Once they were settled, I began playing three railroad-related songs. They didn’t understand anything about the songs except that they were about th...t strange wonderful thing called a railroad. I started with ‘Wabash Cannonball’, then moved to ‘Orange Blossom Special’, and ended with ‘City of New Orleans’.Looking up from the guitar to thank the kids for listening, I saw Mrs. Mendoza standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes and a broad smile on her face. I nodded thanks to her before. In a crowded bus this may not have appeared unusual, but in the back of a stretch limo that would have comfortably held ten it did appear slightly more intimate than necessary. She was surprised at the effect the sight was having on her, firing her imagination to wonder how they would look if their intimacy developed. Julie had taken charge of the champagne and was topping up everyone’s glass as soon as there was any hint of replenishment being required. After half an hour they were starting. They sounded like a small caliber pistol and were being fired in groups of three. CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... This was followed by a lengthy pause, and then another set of CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK ... This was the sort of noise one should make if he was trying to attract attention and asking for help. The noise suggested that a woman was doing the shooting, since the noise was the kind of sound made by a very small caliber gun, such as a .22 caliber cartridge.They rode toward the noise and. After ‘The Incident’ I’m pretty sure I saw two of you.”After Amy stopped laughing she continued.“Sorry. I was just replaying my mental video of you and ‘The Incident’. I wish I had it recorded. We’d win many video contests.”“Okay, but the question. Two Amy’s?”“There aren’t two Amy’s. There’s ONE Amy and ONE Elly.”“Elly. And she’s your twin?”“No – she’s just someone I met on the train. OF COURSE she’s my twin! Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”“No – I’m just a little shocked. .