It won't frighten you too much to talk about it, will it?"She regarded my face with soft, dreamy eyes. "No, Mommy. I don't feelscared." "That's my bra...e little pumpkin. Okay, what happened? You don't have tohurry. Just do the best you can." When you got home after work I was playing Mantra with Mr. Paws," shesaid. Mr. Paws, I knew, was Evie's favorite toy, her teddy bear. How odd itwas that small details could be duplicated in this reality, while moreimportant elements were oftentimes very. Sylvia introduced us to a beautiful redhead with pert littletitties poking from her tight black T-shirt. "This is the 'girl' Itold you about Daphne. Lee Anne, this is Daphne. And this is LeeAnne's wife, Debbie." Pleased to meet you both," Daphne said. "I am looking forward toour day together. Won't you come with me?" To Sylvia she said, "Don'tworry Ms. Madison, I'll take good care of these pretty ladies."Daphne led us to a private room in the back and invited us to havea seat. There was wine. I would have to experiment later with some more things I wanted to try out. I made myself noticeable again and gave Ms. Hendrix her memories of me back. She looked up suddenly, surprised by my presence. What are you doing here, Joseph? she asked. Somewhat distressed about her lunch being interrupted but trying not to show it. I need to talk to you, Ms. Hendrix, as my counselor, I said taking a seat on a couch across from hers. I sat in the middle of the couch, my arms behind my head on the. “You can’t be serious about appointing this savage to represent us in the Senate. It’ll blacken Arizona’s image as a technologically progressive state for years.”“Ron, what do you know about this man?”“That he’s one of the leaders of the White Mountain Apache. What else do I need to know?”She handed him a file, and said, “Sit here and read through this. Then offer advice from an informed mind, not from preconceived ideas and stereotypes.”Twenty minutes later a rather humbled Ron Adams looked up.