He stripped to his briefs and slid into bed. I wonder if we’ll have another night visitor, he mused. He relaxed and let himself drift to sleep.Once ...again he felt a presence and again saw the dark-haired woman. She reached for him. “Where are we going tonight?” he asked.She held his hand and he found himself standing on a dune. The sky was pitch dark but dazzled with stars. “Where are we?” he asked.“The Arabian desert,” she replied and coaxed him to first sit and then lay on the sand. “The stars. That's what you people wantmost." As soon as the words left his mouth he knew he had said thewrong thing. In a strained whisper he said, "I'm sorry. I was justupset. I shouldn't have..." You shouldn't have insulted me and my people." It was the white girlspeaking, which struck him as incongruous, but he was too stressed tothink clearly. She reached into one of the display cases and took out atube of lipstick. "This is called Magenta Madness. I've been meaningto try it but it's too damn. .. it is a girl." How can that be?" Myrtle asked incredulously.Tansie shrugged. "It... is." Is something the matter with my son?" The queen called over from herbed.Alyson wrapped the baby in a blanket and walked back to the bed."She... she's fine, Your Majesty, a healthy baby girl." But you said it was a boy." The queen was confused. And angry.Myrtle offered an answer. "Sometimes, Your Majesty, we see what wewant to see, not what is truly there." At least she's healthy," Alyson went on. . I’ll give you my cell number, and you can call us tomorrow when you head out.”“I hear you, its coming down pretty hard out there. Now, give me your cell phone number, weather permitting, I should be able to head out of here by eight am.”She gave him her cell number and then told the driver good-bye. Turning her attention back to Jack, she was about to say something, when he spoke up and said, “Well that takes care of the car, what are we going to do about tonight?”She then told him, “Well, I’m.