"This is not possible. I know thatwe had built a machine to allow the reading of minds but not to swapminds. Is this some sort of black magic? I am...Bill Nelson." Heturned his very feminine face to a reflection coming from a handmirror Tony was holding. He looked very closely and critically atit. He used these thin fingers to push and pull and even pinch thefacial muscles. There was no mistaking it, that face was now his.While watching that reflection closely he again said, "I am. I thought I might have given it away when I insisted that our next batch of girls would include Edith and Ethel, two names that I totally despise. I actually scored some points with Deirdre early on. She wanted a girl named 'Eve' but I told her we couldn't have an 'Eve' since she was already Eve to my Adam. I can be romantic sometimes, given the proper incentive. So that's how Eric and Ethan came to be. I wanted 'Elvis' but Deirdre decided to be stubborn. Same story, different sex. The eBoys. They appreciated the help from America in stopping the coup, but wished it had come earlier. They knew that America had tried to warn the politicians and had been rebuked.The Belgium public was stunned by the sequence of events. They had seen their leadership killed on television. They had seen heads chopped off with swords in the halls of government. They had seen their neighbors die in the streets. It was impossible not to question how the situation had gotten to that point. The answer. ‘Well I hope Edie Rosenberg likes poorly recorded murder mysteries, because that is all that Rolf Henderson has to sell.’ I threw a velvet cut of cloth over the crystal ball and locked the set of small display cases housing my crystal trinkets as I responded, placing them all in an aluminum-type suitcase I used for transporting my wares. ‘Well, Mr. Henderson, my crystal ball tells me that Edie would love a murder mystery tape to listen to while she drives her Winnebago to her next craft fair..