conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Last One Left'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Last One Left
  Lobwohl said slowly, "You couldn't bring her in if you thought I was fool enough to try anything as stupid as that. You wouldn't be living up to your obligations to your client. Okay. We'll have a final chat with her, take a picture, apologize and let it go at that."
  SAM BOYLSTON WATCHED the door swing shut as Crissy Harkinson left with the matron. The name for it was presence, he thought. Control so perfect there was mockery behind it. Today a little green dress with white trim. White gloves, shoes, purse, and jaunty little white hat on the sunstreaked casual hair. Wraparound glasses, very dark. Sensuous flavor of perfume still hanging in the air after the sway of the round hips under cool green fabric had disappeared into the corridor.
  Scheff sighed and lifted a laundry case onto the table top and took out the bricks of white paper wrapped in manila bands.
  Sam Boylston reached into his inner jacket pocket and took out the thick envelope and slid it down the table to Scheff. Scheff opened it and began to doctor each brick of paper by sliding a bill under the brown band on both sides of it.
  Scheff finished doctoring the packages. He stacked them in an orderly and impressive heap on the table top.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'She moved around him, closer to Little Annie'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She moved around him, closer to Little Annie. "Now I'm tired," she said. "I feel awful tired. I think I want to go lie down somewhere." She smiled at Little Annie in a humble, shy, placating way, and in a gesture that Sam knew would haunt him as long as he lived, Cristen Harkinson held out her thumb for the come-along chain.
  Little Annie looked at Lobwohl. Lobwohl nodded. Little Annie took Cristen by the upper arm and walked her out. Kindler held the door. Little Annie went at the same swift muscular stride, and Cristen jounced along beside her in the obedient half trot, bowed head bobbing, paper slippers making a scuff-pat sound on the institutional flooring.
  The door closed. Sam had the feeling they were all exhaling at once, tensions fading. Scheff sat with his eyes closed.
  Lobwohl stared at him. "You are going to go through all your motions, Palmer, and we are going to go through all ours, and if there is any sense and justice in the world we are all going to find some nice quick legal way of avoiding courtroom circuses, and we are going to put that sick dirty animal away with a load of consecutive sentences that will still have a long time to run when they box her and take her out the back gate. And we all live with it in our own way."
  Haas slowly wiped his face from forehead to chin with his open hand. He gave John Lobwohl a weak smile. "Right now I think that my colleague here from Texas and I are going to go quietly off someplace and get plastered. Maybe Boylston and I are the only ones who really know the names and numbers of all the players."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ten minutes later a blue heron flapped out of the murk and perched on the big basket-work fish trap Selma had bought in Nassau. It was of Haitian design, and she planned to make some kind of decorative hanging thing out of it beside her pool. Howard had lashed it fast in the port transom corner, and the heron landed on the upper bulge of it which extended above the transom.
  The heron had a brooding silence about it, a self-possession which seemed to match the strange overcast. His eyes were a startling savage yellow. The limited visibility made the sounds of the engines louder, as well as the sound of the bow wave. They seemed to be going faster than they were.
  When Selma went below for something she startled the small tired bird and it flew out on deck and landed on the fish trap about six inches from the heron's talons. Howard said it would make quite a picture. The long and the short of it. Suddenly, with both slyness and a terrible indifference, the heron reached one taloned foot out to the side and clenched it on the small bird. He dropped the body and it fell down through the wide mesh of the fish trap.
  Howard hurried to the controls and just as he switched to manual control and dropped his speed, he saw the sea buoy about fifty yards off his port quarter.
  She put her fingertips on his wrist. "I know. It made me feel lousy too. It was so cute, having the birds riding with us. But I guess it wasn't like on purpose. You know? It's more like kind of an instinct."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about June, Instamatic, Howard, scurried, edged, watched.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ten minutes later a blue heron flapped out of the murk and perched on the big basket-work fish trap Selma had bought in Nassau. It was of Haitian design, and she planned to make some kind of decorative hanging thing out of it beside her pool. Howard had lashed it fast in the port transom corner, and the heron landed on the upper bulge of it which extended above the transom. 
  The heron had a brooding silence about it, a self-possession which seemed to match the strange overcast. His eyes were a startling savage yellow. The limited visibility made the sounds of the engines louder, as well as the sound of the bow wave. They seemed to be going faster than they were. 
  When Selma went below for something she startled the small tired bird and it flew out on deck and landed on the fish trap about six inches from the heron's talons. Howard said it would make quite a picture. The long and the short of it. June scurried and got her Instamatic and edged closer to the birds as Howard watched. Suddenly, with both slyness and a terrible indifference, the heron reached one taloned foot out to the side and clenched it on the small bird. He dropped the body and it fell down through the wide mesh of the fish trap. 
  Howard hurried to the controls and just as he switched to manual control and dropped his speed, he saw the sea buoy about fifty yards off his port quarter. 
  She put her fingertips on his wrist. "I know. It made me feel lousy too. It was so cute, having the birds riding with us. But I guess it wasn't like on purpose. You know? It's more like kind of an instinct. "