” “I bet that’s not all you’d like to get to the bottom of.” “One of these days, Betty-” I waved a threatening hand at her. “P...omises, promises!” she pouted, tossing her hair asshe left the room. I spent the rest of the night kicking that riddle around my office. The road and the numbers- those were the keys. Then, at about midnight, it hit me. The red road was a street and the numbers were an address! When I took a three and added another and did it again, I came up with 369. I. "Penelope" ...."Susie" ...."Cherie" ...."Brooke"."I think she looks like a prissy girl. How about Priscilla, Prissy forshort? What do you think, Amy? She's your new sister and playmate. Do youlike it, or would you like to choose?" Mary asked."I like all of those names...but since he's Sam, let's call himSamantha."I felt so humiliated and excited. And as I caught my reflection in themirror, I saw what took so long with the dresses sash. It was huge. Itwas all poufed out, with the ends of the. I had just had my birthday last week and the big 63 didn't really feel any different from the big 50, all those years ago. Like Alice, I worked out, only at the gym where I've had a membership for over 20 years. I go there 3 days a week and work out and use the sauna. For a man of my age I do what I can to keep fit. I don't want to end up like a statistic like my father, who died of heart disease when he was only 55. I'd lost my mother when I was 15 after she'd been diagnosed with cancer. . Too little sleep since this latest visit to the Paranormal Monitor Unit I was hauled to, he thought wearily. Dark bags hung below ice blue eyes rimmed in raw redness. His platinum blonde hair was disheveled and his usually handsomely chiseled features looked like those of an ice-preserved Neanderthal Man he had once seen in his homeland's National Museum. A rueful smile tugged at his lips and he shook his head, glancing up at the floor number flashing past fifty-five.Josef stretched and he.