“What are you doing, Steve?” I asked, sitting down in a chair next to him.Startled, Steve looked up from his papers. “Oh! Hi, Paul, I didn’t s...ee you come up.” He glanced down at his papers, “I’m putting the final touches on my travel itinerary now that Mr. Greenburg has provided a location and person to contact about a dairy herd and cheese manufacturing,” he said excitedly.“He did? When did he do that?” I asked.“He sure did. He said since I was going to be in New York that I should make a trip. I agreed and we six walked over to the little beach bar I had called--“Dakota,” She told me as I looked her in the face for maybe the dozenth time.“Oh, that’s going be several trainwrecks. You never forget a name.” Dad laughed at me.“I’m not even good with faces,” I countered.Dakota and Nastya went around the bar and shooed away a woman I hadn’t called on. Nastya started making Dad a mai tai. Dakota made me a gin martini with a twist of orange. I grinned as she shook it and didn’t stir.“Dad, I. I love being Renee and seeing your acceptance of her. I love the feel of my lingerie and walking in these heels. And, Mom, my dress is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for everything tonight." With that, she smiled at me, reached out and gave me a big hug. I almost cried over my daughter's happiness. Fortunately, I was able to keep my emotions under control. If I hadn't, I think we would both have shed tears of joy. I then handed Renee her matching purse, which contained some. And now she was talking about what if there was magic? But she was right. There wasn’t a medical journal article ever written that described what was happening to Helen. Trust me, I had spent hours searching.“I mean, we find new things all the time, right? And the Eastern religions and mythology, there has to be some validity to those legends, right?”“I know what it sounds like, but I kind of just want a reason. I want to understand it, even if it’s magic. I don’t care, I just want to.