Once she was sitting on the edge of her double bed she tried, in vain, to remember her dream but it was just at the edge of her 'vision' and no matter... what she tried nothing would develop."I'll have to remember to mention this the doctor at my next appointment," she thought.Getting up and putting on her robe, she headed towards the bathroom and ran the tub full of hot, steaming water and then disrobed and tested the water with her toes. The temperature felt right so she got in the tub and. "Nancy didn't even give me a second to consider this astoundingstatement. The next instant she and the other women were on their feetand hustling me towards the door. I was stuttering, "But Nancy, a date,what, what do you mean?" But then we were in the hallway, and there werestrangers there. I shut up and concentrated on just walking down thehall in public in heels, hose and a dress. I walked behind the womenand tried to match the way the swung their hips and carried theirshoulders. We. We laughed and I arranged mat, bed sheet, and pillows in the front varandah, and asked jyothi to study there and I will join there after some time. She went in the varandah and reading her books, and I prepared my office work and asked my wife if she will sit with us for some time, she said no and she want to sleep, I took drinking water and went to varandah and sit next to swathi, and she asked me some doubts, and I explained her and I am doing my work, after some time my work is over, and I. No details were provided but I fantasized that pieces of his body now made up part of the foundation of the new Trans Bay Terminal. Actually he probably ended up dumped in the Pacific many miles off shore. Yes, the world was a better place without him.That pesky FBI guy, Special Agent Cameron, seemed to have decided I was the primary suspect despite the fact I had a rock solid alibi. The first time we met he appeared at my door, "just to talk". I told him I hardly knew Modine but if he was dead.