“What?” I asked from inside the closed door.“You said I made my bed, and I have to sleep in it. You’re right. If they find me, they’ll kill ...e” she said.“Not my problem” I countered.“Wait Jack!” she yelled again, jumping and stomping both heels like a spoiled brat.“What the fuck do you want?” I asked as I was walking away from the closed door.“You said I made my bed, and I have to sleep in it…what if I slept in yours…with you?” she said.“Nope…” I said, this time with a bit of gentleness in my. Needed to meet someone to hang out with. He was recently married and his bride had just moved here from 500 miles away and knew no one in the area. So I told him that they should come over to the house this weekend. The job that we worked at always had us on the road and we were lucky to be home 2 weekends a month. But anyway, they came over that weekend and our wives made friends quickly. They didn’t go out all the time but mainly chatted about stuff on yahoo messenger. Fast forward about 6. Was he reading mymind? One of his arms stretched out straight and pointed toa spot on the ground about 6 feet from me. Instantly, aperfect campfire sprung to life where there had only beencold hard stone! Flames licked upwards from the small logs,piled tepee-fashion. Heat immediately struck against mycheek, and I reveled in both the miracle and the warmth.This was no ordinary stranger wandering into my campsite. Istruggled to make sense of this magic, and then I recalledthat one of the images. Later that evening when Christine got home from work she was surprise to be greeted by her brother, who for some reason had an endless smile on his face. Walking into her living room where Dave had had dinner prepared and set up by the fire place. He remembers that his sister liked a brandy right before dinner. To say that Christine was caught off guard would be the under statement of the year. She had no idea that her fair haired brother was in town, let alone that he was at her house planning.