"I'm not ... All of Y'ALL get in on this stuff. I'll be the mascot, maybe!"Our conversation wasn't taking place in a vacuum. Susan jumped in, saying, ...Actually, Mizz Elise, we're pretty much a set. Like bowling pins. If you don't have ALL of us, it's not gonna work quite right."Nikki added emphasis. "It's really like that, Mizz Elise. A week ago, THEY were a set. Now WE'RE a set."Alan told his sister, "Like the Manhattan Project, with cuties!"Now I caught that joke because I read a book about. . fast, and strong. I don’t know. It was so quick.”“Did you get her name?”He shook his head. “No, but there was a boy she was chasing. She was calling to him.” He thought hard. “Joey.”“Joey? Hmm.” She inhaled again. “Who was the boy? Her boyfriend? Her son?”He shrugged, and grimaced in pain. “Too young to be her boyfriend. Not her son.”“How do you know?”He shook his head. “She said something about it.” He thought. “Can’t remember.”Jezebel leaned in close, inhaled deeply, and concentrated.. " Open your eyes."She opened her eyes and found herself in the Watkins' living room exactly as she had described it. Including one detail she had left out. Rachel Watkins sat at her sister's feet clutching one of Samantha's legs and looking somewhat frightened. Samantha had an anxious look on her face as well. Irene was practically without expression as she sat watching her husband."Wow, I did that?" Yes. Now just think about the whole thing, the questions, answers, don't try to focus on any. . or have you forgotten your Giuliano?"Fran was blushing at the other end of the line, shamelessly pleased and excited."No, no... I haven't forgotten..." she replied. "Yes, I'd love to come tomorrow... shall I meet you there?"By the time she hung up the phone, Fran was glowing. She moved through the rest of the day as though on a cloud. And by the time her husband, Brint, came home for dinner to break her mood, she was filled with one thought: Why couldn't every day be as pleasant as this one.