Do you know him?" asked Marie."I need to see him. Will you take me to his room right now? Please, Marie," I asked.We walked briskly up to his room and...I glanced through the window at him. I froze. It was my Jim Jones, the father of my unborn son. I wasn't sure what to do now. As much as I cared for him I was afraid to walk into his room and talk to him."Marie, will you do me a gigantic favor?" I asked."What is it, Angel? I've never seen you like this."I reached into my purse and pulled out the. The place, whether it was rented or her own, was obviously expensive and lavishly decorated. White petals and gold leaf decorated the walk-way leading up to the huge, white building. Their were lights and water features all about the grounds, and music which reminded you vaguely of a French carnival played, although it had a strange kind of beauty you wouldn’t have usually placed within France or the carnival. In deed, you would likely have never placed it to the earth. You and your partner are. We started to play pool and soon had a lot of guys hanging around, that's when I asked you if you would mind if I went to dance. you said no and I looked at the guy in front of me and said lets dance. Your playing pool and you look out to the dance floor and see me dancing with 3 guys, and know that i'm having a good time from the smile on my face. you have been playing pool for over an hour and haven't seen me come back to the table and as you go to the bathroom you see me on the edge of the. "Where are you, Beatrice?" pleaded Paul. "Please come back. Where have you gone?"There was no reply.Paul remained in the bedroom for several more hours. He couldn't bear to leave while there was still hope that Beatrice might somehow be mysteriously reassembled. Every now and then he pleaded for her to return. His emotions were torn between bewilderment and grief. He quite literally couldn't believe the evidence of his senses.And why Beatrice? Why was it his wife who'd contracted whatever.