J Rosestar, or Jean
to her friends, and everyone is her friend - at some level. To her,
'friend' ranges from level 1-she's has talked to you or emailed
you at least once; up to level 10-you know where she's buried all
the bodies.
She's a study in opposites. She writes PWP, yet has trouble even
saying many of the words that flow from her fingers onto the keyboard.
If you leave her alone where there are people, when you return you'll
find her carrying on in-depth conversations with one or more complete
strangers - now called level 1 friends. But she panics at the thought
of talking in IM, chat or on the telephone unless the other person
is at least a level 7 friend. She say's she's shy, but some disagree.
In 1998 she had her first email encounter with a new level 1 friend.
Fate conspired all their lives to put these two together - in three
different states, they were times when they were probably with-in
feet of each other. Yet it took the internet for them to find each
other, and a move of almost 300 miles for them to finally be together.
That of course is Vic, Jean's life-partner and the other half of
her soul. (If you wrote a story like that, no one would believe
it.)
