...!!!!!!!!Waking the next morning I felt instantly that something was amiss. Keeping my eyes closed I used my senses to work out what it was. I could...hear the sounds of early morning traffic from outside. Car engines and the occasional lorry passing the car park entrance to the hotel. “Check !”, that seemed all normal to me !. Listening for other sounds I could hear the early cheeping and twittering from birds in the trees outside, again, “Check !”, nothing out of the ordinary !. Then it hit. "So she figured out a way to add to her bank account. The ransom note was, of course, a ruse, she had no intention of harming Hamlet...she just wanted to throw us off the track. By the way, do you still have that check, Mrs. Hamlet? It might be wise to return it thus sparing Mr. Dashiell the unhappy experiance of actually having to press charges."She reached into the bosom of her threadbare dress and handed it to me. "Damned Flatfoo1" she said. "Bramwell and I were certain you'd take the bait. "Okay, we hadour little adventure. Let's go back." She touchedmirror's surface and found, to her dismay that it nowfelt hard as glass. "No!" Then the image faded in therain like rippling effect.Jacqueline saw her new reflection. "What have Idone?" She sobbed. Then she threw herself on the bedand cried herself to sleep.---She felt very cozy, hugging her pillow as she usuallydid, to get out of bed. "What a weird dream," shesaid as she gazed blurry eyed to where the mirror hadbeen. It was gone. If it ends, it ends. That’s not what I want but I also don’t plan to change who I am because you like a particular person I’m dating. I’m not sleeping with Tiffany or Katelyn or Molly. That doesn’t mean I never will and it doesn’t mean I won’t decide I fit together with one of them – or someone else – later.”“I do like her,” Beth admitted. “But I understand what you’re saying. I’ll stop playing the meddling mother.”“I wouldn’t have said anything except for the whole Ginger thing last year,” he.