She was inwardly transported back through the years, reflecting on her niece's halloween party where Dee dressed as Future Girl and performed imaginat...ve palm readings, and fortune telling, for the kids. She unwrapped the crystal ball, remembering the quaint old knick knack shop where she had bought it, for no good reason, as an ornament.The shop was in a tiny old township in the middle of nowhere, when Dee and her husband, along with three other couples, were caravanning around the outback. "I'm surprised that it would take you so long," I said with a smile."You don't have to live here Sylvia, so why do you?" she asked."To be honest I like Warren County. I guess I'm just a simple country girl at heart," I said."Nothing wrong with that," she said."Now you want to tell me how you knew who I was," I asked."I have enough money to hire a security company. They do a threat assessment, before I make a trip like this. They want to know who they should observe and how carefully." There is. She would tell me how long I was to wait before I went upstairs. I was to leave first, to avoid the lobby, come back by the side door, and be sure to use the back elevator. She always asked if I had parked around the back, so that her cream-colored Mercedes wouldn't be seen in the same parking lot as my beat up old Toyota, even though she knew I parked out back every time we got together. Mrs. Robinson was like that - super-careful. But then, I couldn't blame her really. After all, she had a. It was Rebecca.From the small nose to the high cheekbones and the eyes! Oh, the eyes were the same beautiful piercing deep green. However, it was also not Rebecca. My face was older, more mature than that of the eighteen year old that had posed about a year ago for me.As a afterthought my eyes traveled down to my belly button, which was an exact copy. I giggled.I froze.I had not giggled my giggle. For some reason I had expected a deep, manly giggle, which is what I normally do. I should have.