*Pamela's confession tore a chunk out of my psychological heart. 'Mydaughter is dead? I lost touch with her after my wife took her away. I'mnot prepar...d for the news of her death.' *How about your grandmother,did you have contact with her?**I never knew my grandparents. Say, how can I be sure that you're mygrandfather as you say. You could be making that up. You could havetaken the knowledge of my mom's maiden name from my memory.* Pamela saidindignantly.*Yes, I could have. However I can prove. Focus comes easy in that environment, and a cold beer in the aftermath tastes sweeter, colder, and more heavenly than anything has a right to. The funny thing, I hate drinking, call me Captain Herbal Life if you must, but a beer after a day like that is a reward I can't refuse. For me a near death experience and beer are as linked as the daytime heat of the desert is followed by the bone-chilling cold of its nights.I'm not as anti-American as I come across. America in the abstract, the. I could feel myself getting hard. We continued talking a little bit. Damn my sister was hot.When she was done putting on her lotion she grabbed an over sized white t-shirt from one of her drawers. She put it on and came and sat next to me on her bed. "So how is Rachel?" she asked curiously. "We decided that we were going to take a break and be friends. But she's still staying with me." I saw something in her eyes change. I'd never seen this before. "So are you sleeping with her?" she asked. I. For a while she was successful but, with the heat repeating itself as it had the night before, she once again woke sometime shortly after 1 AM. She lay there for a while, fighting the urge to indulge in the relief that the water would bring to her body, however finally sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Before her feet hit the floor, she froze in place as something in the mirror’s reflection caught her eye. Then, she saw it. The tiny glow from the room directly across from hers.