She might be able to hold his bad luck at bay, but what was in it for her? Was this good for Bella?He looked over at her alcove. The curtain was open ...again. She had her feet up on the table. He stood up and walked across the room. It was swaying slightly. Or he was.Bella noticed him coming and smiled, sliding her skirt a little higher up her thigh. He grinned.“Well hello sailor, come to hear your fortune?” she said, her tone tinted with mocking charm.“Yours, actually,” Will said. “Have a few. "In fact, we haven't been able to find any of the teachers."Now that sounded distinctly odd. "None of them?"The Daschles shook their heads. I looked past my callers at the otherparents and children milling about. There was, in fact, no schoolpersonnel in sight. "What is it, Mom?" Gus asked sleepily from his bunk.I spoke to him over my shoulder. "A little girl is missing. You staywithin sight of the camp, Gus; I'm going to try to help these peoplefind her." Maybe a maniac got her!" he. False identity could be trivial or vital.Two men in black suits and white shirts walked past me. If I lived in the suburbs, I’d automatically assume they were missionaries wanting to tell me about this religion or that. Two-by-two. Another war waiting. Worlds collide. Maybe that was what I was arguing with myself about. This time I couldn’t see either a right way or a possible way. I’d been set up and I didn’t know who on my team I could trust. I’d started my tenure distrusting everyone, and. “What do you think?” He didn’t know how to respond. If he told her what his thoughts were, she would slug him. If not, he knew she would gladly reach for several of the paint brushes and shove them down his throat. Instead, he attempted in keeping his thoughts vague. “It’s interesting.” Turning around to look at her, he was stunned to see her looking so unsure. Her eyes were focused on the painting, one of her hands toying with the horseshoe charm on her necklace. Several minutes of silence.