Chris's eyes darted to his mother's legs and then to her face. He waited expectantly.Allison took a sip of her coffee. She knew that she was driving t...e poor boy crazy. However, for some reason, although she knew the answer, she didn't want to respond too quickly. "I don't think we have a choice," she finally said, smiling over her coffee cup.Chris wanted to jump from the table and hug her, however he restrained himself. He wanted to let his mother have her moment."I'll have to get a doctors. "The show, for sure!" she whispered to Michael. He looked up and saw a skinny girl, long brown hair walk towards them. What stood out was the little plaid school girl outfit she wore; the skirt way too short to be allowed in any school they had ever attended!"No fair!" he whispered back to her. "That was an easy one!"Sure enough she entered through the door. Their own group grew and soon, once again, Michael took initiative and opened 2592 to see if they were ready to admit everyone. Fedora man. " You had to take a loss on that car?"Bob laughed at that statement, "No. The banker put fifty per cent down on the car and after he was arrested he committed suicide. I'll make more on that car than if he had taken possession."Bob pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. The restaurant was built on the style of a Swiss chalet only much bigger. He let Ann out at the front door and then drove to a parking spot as close to the front entrance as possible.They were greeted by a hostess as. The memories hewas getting weren't his - weren't Lady Ann's - but when he experiencedthem he had all the mental connections to the people and places in them.In that memory it really felt like that doughy armed matron was hismother - that the kitchen surroundings were a nostalgic place that meanthome.It really was a remarkable experience that he reveled in! The more hecaught these fleeting glimpses, the more he wanted more!Experiencing distant memories was always a potentially powerfulexperience.