She made three calls. Ten minutes later I was surrounded by older black and Hispanic women, all talking excitedly. Twenty minutes later, everything I ...ad was gone, a line of ladies clutching bags like they held gold.They all thanked me and I asked them why they didn’t just buy produce from the grocery stores. The woman I met first explained.“We ain’t got no grocery store. The last one left ten years ago, after being robbed one time too many. We have to ride the bus twenty-four blocks to get to. .OOOOOO!" She awoke with a start, quickly looking around her, seeing that all was normal, as it should be. It was only a dream, in fact, the same nightmare she'd had several times recently. There was no TV, no baseball game, and no fog turning thousands of men and women into slaves. "Thank the Master," she sighed, for though a Bassae was loyal, she could be jealous of her position. As she arose, she glanced around the small chamber. The room could hold all the Bassae in existence, all eight of. "The voice caused my eyes to snap open. There was only darkness, and I was softly gasping. I could feel myself trembling. Disorientation took me for a few seconds.I inhaled the familiar aromas of our bedroom. A dream, I realized. A goddamned dream!I felt Angela in bed beside me; I was pressed snugly against her naked back, and she was stirring from slumber."Michael?" she murmured groggily. "Are you okay? I heard you cry out, baby."I heard her reach up and tap the touch lamp on. I squinted in. On her way over there she runs into Sister Jane and she says, “Hi Sister Jane,” by which Sister Jane says, “I see you got off on the wrong side of the bed this morning.She did not understand what Sister Jane meant by that so she ignored it and went on.She was passing by the garden when she ran into Sister Roberta and she says, “Good morning Sister Roberta I am having a great day.Sister Roberta says, “I see you got off on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”The nun was wondering why.