.”“Hi Kathy, would you like to come in?”“I’ll come in on one condition,” she said.“And that is?”“Never call me Kathy again, I prefer...Katie.”As Nancy and I chatted I noticed Sarah and Becky talking at the passenger door, so I expected to be hit up about a sleepover in the near future. Which was no problem, the girls swapped sleepovers quite often.The girls finished their conversation and Becky got into the truck. She slid over and kissed me on the cheek as always and said, “OK Daddy. Let’s go.”. ) However, when he was home he kept very regularhours. He didn't seem to drink too much, unlike some people I could name.Though he fitted into our little community smoothly enough, I thought hewas maybe a bit dull if anything, and as he showed few signs of wantingto get to know me better I made no effort to develop any kind of closerfriendship.It was about two months after Ken came to live in the flats that I gotthe first hint he might not be so completely blah as I'd supposed.Actually it was. I was certain I had been here before, when of course, I could not have been. As we walked along experiencing the wonder of this hauntingly beautiful place, it suddenly dawned on me that this was place I had visited in my dream! It was enough to make me think again about my disbelief in the "psychic" nature of dreams. I had had deja vu before, but never anything like this. I took over the lead from Ron and felt as if my feet had taken on a life of their own and were guiding me to a specific. He just said sold."Finally," the auctioneer said, "we have something that didn't get sold earlier. The bankruptcy court said it should be worth more but after watching what just happened in this last hour, the man said to sell it."The helper ran outside and drove in a one ton dual wheel diesel truck with a custom box tool bed. On the truck was what looked like every kind of welding apparatus known to man.I poked around and looked into the bins at all the supplies. There were hardly any.