"We have a mutual admiration society." There was a knock at the doorand Gil returned. I got drinks while Ari worked in the kitchen. It wasnear dark an... we had a good view of a spectacular sunset over the Gulf. Iwent home to get another bottle of wine, and found my answering machineblinking. My grandson and daughter-in-law had been in a bad automobileaccident. I called my son, then the airline. There was a plane leavingOrlando at midnight. I got the ticket and then called Ari and told him Iwas. He crawled over to a small rivulet of water trickling out from the ice. As he cupped a handful into his mouth, he caught his reflection in the water and gasped. He didn’t recognize himself. He stood up and his whole body reflected back in a small pool of water. The hair on his body was a soft yellow. On his head, it was long and cascaded over his shoulders. On his face, it was bushy and streaked with dark brown. His broad chest had thick curly brown hair that covered large, chiseled muscles. It. It was Ms. Parks, her arms wrapped adoringly around a blonde and grinning girl. It was Megan, the new office secretary. She and Ms. Parks were several years younger in the photo, but the facial features and family resemblance were undeniable. Both had the same fit build and pretty features, sporting matching styles of hair -- blonde and cut sassy short. Megan was Ms. Parks’ daughter! Apparently a bit of nepotism had been employed to land her daughter a cushy administrative assistant job in. "It seems I've made another, small miscalculation." He laughed haltingly.Lain sighed and shook her head. The little man standing before her might be the most brilliant archaeologist of his time, but he couldn't tell the difference between four inches and nine. The privileged, Wisconsonian shrank visibly at her displeasure."Are we even on the right mountain?" She asked, knowingly."Of course we are, my dear. It seems I was orienting on true north but took my compass readings on magnetic.