I gulped, and once again the surreal nature of the situation floated over me. “You know I am,” I replied in a tight voice.“Well, I wonder how fr...isky you'll be before the night is over then.” Mandy winked at Christine, and the pair gave each other what was almost a colluding smile. Mandy finished her drink and put the glass on the bar. “Anyway, I am gonna go and dance some more. Have fun, you guys!” With a final grin, Mandy disappeared into the sea of bodies on the dance-floor.The pattern. , I've had enough," I said, "I'll mix up some more drinks, this day I live only to serve my dear, sweet, drunk sister." I said.Jen stood up unsteadily from the table, "Oh, my strong, handsome, sloshy hero," she crooned, "Let me come to you, and we will make sweet, sweet musical drinks together!" Jen caught her balance and walked behind the bar into the kitchen area where I was gathering the ingredients together."Oh yes, my love," I kept on with our play acting, speaking boldly and crisp on each. I have much more interesting thingsto concern myself with. That silly Agnes with her damned no trump..."-+-I touched the medallion to her clothes, and then to myself. Nothing."I think you've got to touch me with it," she said. I touched herwith it, and then myself. Nothing."Do you have to make a wish?"I held the medallion in my hands, looked at it fixedly, and said, "Iwish I had Betty's body."Nothing.Suddenly suspicious, I held the medallion by its cord and struck itwith my pen. . I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of winning final victory in any struggle.Kit and I sat in a makeshift restaurant tent shaded from the glaring sun by the damaged canvas. The windowless place was stood on a platform of transport pallets to at least keep our boots out of the mud of the filthy street outside.I noticed.