Since you've generally been a good Muslim, going to Meccaand fasting during Ramadan and giving to the poor and all, I can't sendyou to Hell, but you d...n't deserve Paradise either, not yet. So youleave me no choice!" Abdul felt a flash around him. Then the Prophetand Paradise were gone.Abdul saw himself in a small town nothing like his native Jordan. Treeswere everywhere, and grass filled the open countryside. Residents rodearound in strange-looking vehicles the locals called "cars".. A pale hand, that would not move from its position, but seemed to flicker in and out of focus. It lay on my shoulder, and I could feel the touch: insubstantial, almost a breath." ... Eimear..." The voice did not seem to echo about the room now, but seemed to be whispered. It was an endearment, I realized. It was the whisper of a lover, confessing that fact to someone who had heard the confession a hundred times before. And I knew I had heard it before. How many times I did not know, but I had. So, for Sheila Winfred and Vicky Bellows, both single moms who lived next door to one another, they often shared with one another the ins and outs of bringing up children by themselves.Sheila was Greg's mom, now fifteen and beginning high school, and Vicky's daughter, Olivia, was in eighth grade fully awash in estrogen. The moms often got together to have coffee and talked about raising children in today's world but never, ever imagined what was just around the corner.That happened on a. I had spent a short Wednesday afternoon working with Hero and The Bay. With my posing commitment, I couldn't spend as much time as I wanted. By then I'd read most of the book Sarah had lent me. Hero and I went in with the young group for a while, although their regular teacher was back, working from crutches. I helped out some, then got out of the way. I thought I would just work both horses and see what they knew that I know too.In the ring, I tried everything I could do and a few I couldn't..