It had strange foreign script etched along its tarnished brass sides. Miriam turned it over in her hands trying to determine exactly what it was. She ...eventually realized that it was some kind of very old oil lamp. She moistened her thumb with a little spit and rubbed the inscription on the side of the lantern hoping to remove some of the grime. “What’s the use? Not likely to be worth a helluva lot anyway...” she said to herself and was about to toss it aside and check out the old musket that. Amy and I were out having coffee one night, just after having seen a movie at the local cineplex. About a month and a half had gone by since that odd night with Anna-Marie, without a word ever being said about it. We all just got along like we always did before, and I assumed that Anna-Marie never said anything to Amy about it either.As we were sitting there in the coffee shop, talking about the movie, college, and other things, Amy got quiet for a moment. She had a real pensive expression, and. As I finally reached the security check point, I followed the directions of the bored looking employees doing the checking, spreading my legs here, taking off my shoes there as they checked and confirmed that I was not a terrorist."Luggage?" one of them, a large black woman with a curled bun of hair on her head, held in place with hairspray."I don't have any," I said, careful to watch their reaction. "I just got a call that a business associate of mine is deathly ill in Tokyo and he needs me to. And one of the teachers is a lovely old lady named “Mizz Lee”, with whom I was having a conversation this morning, prior to flying back to Savannah.She was talking about Derek’s vocabulary, and said, “We have to get him up to speed a little, relative to the Munchkins. But he’s a delightful child, very smart, and I think he’ll do well, Tara.”“Thanks, Mizz Lee. Seeing everything here, I’m very confident about what happens next. But unrelated, I have a peculiar question for you: Could you tell me.