Or Chad-Sissy.Her dreams of Sissy gradually grew more disturbing as her conscious mindbegan injecting doubts and worries. Again and again she rolled ...over,throwing away the dream in favor of a new one. A better one. But thedreams kept coming. Some good, some not so good.The dreams of Sissy and the worries and doubts began returning, againand again. Her troubled feelings mounted with each succeeding dream.Worry, worry, worry! Upon worry, worry, worry! Until at last sherolled over one more. Thanks, Dulcie. I’ll think about this, contact Mister Abercromby, and pray. Not necessarily in that order.”She laughed, a lovely sound. “You’ve grown already, Don. Bless you.”I hung up and dialled James Abercromby. Not that I’d ever used his first name.“Hello? Trinity Reformed Church. May I help you?”“Mister Abercromby, this is Don Upthorpe.”“Mister Upthorpe! What can I do for you?”“My wife collapsed when I got home this afternoon and I had to call an ambulance.”“I’m sorry to hear that! I. The card I gave him turned out to be valid, but I had expected no less. I had had it for less than an hour and the previous owner should still be unconscious if indeed he was ever going to come around again.I was given my key-card and a 'good day' and made my way to the elevator. It was one of these brass-and-mirror-jobs that look like they are keeping two cleaning ladies busy all day. Never the less I was somewhat surprised to see two Hispanic ladies in aprons and white gloves busily working. I’m truly looking forward to the day we decide tofinally have a child, so I can have her for the firsttime unsheathed.**Two months ago, many of my dreams went right out thewindow. Julie had accompanied me to my company picnic.It was the normal sort of affair with everyone suckingup to the boss. Although it was a wonderful day I hadsome unfinished work and decided to make the most ofhaving everyone in one place and went to discuss someissues with another member of our staff. After.