Odd.We sat there. I rang for Mrs Johnson. No, she had no idea, in fact she said, she didn't even know there was a safe. Strange.But she would bring us...some tea. Not strange, just English.HL started to prowl about the room, whilst I sat looking at it. The room was largely panelled, with built in bookcases, I had already spotted some books that I knew to be worth a considerable sum. The fireplace on the chimney breast was somewhat off centre and the panelling slightly odd. There was a. Everything went blurry for an instant, andwhen I looked up I saw my own faces ... with now distant, vacant, cloudyeyes.I screamed. A high-pitched squeal came out of my mouth. I looked downand saw tiny feet in tennis shoes and bobby socks attached to tiny legswearing denim shorts.I had become my 10-year old daughter Cindy! ... and little Cindy was nowme -- Jack Thorton!Cindy, now in my body simply walked away, with Jane following rightbehind her ... or him now. They ignored me completely,. " It's hard to believe it could become that much of a sore point!" she said."It's a worst-case scenario," I agreed, "and probably, it wouldn't get anywhere near that raw. But if the word gets out in the clubhouse, you can bet it'll be bad enough." Then the word just shouldn't get out," Maria said. "Alex, pick me up at my apartment at 8 tomorrow morning. --We're going to Bowie to have breakfast with my parents!"I didn't have any brilliant ideas of my own, so I agreed. It looked like me 'n Paul. "Umm, no, I'm fine now. Thank you for doing that for me, though. I was asking because sometimes drugs have bad side effects for a person with a head injury," I said lamely."Oh, we didn't know that!" she exclaimed. "We would never hurt you, Neeko, we... care about you," she said, her voice faltering at the end.I hugged her to me, she shied away a little because we were among other people but I held her tight."I feel the same way about you, Jamilah," I said.All the other women were looking at us.