Now I had to convince her to do it."I can't believe I'm in charge now... I wonder what else I can do..." Shescanned the restaurant."Ah..."He gaze stop...ed on a trio of secondary school girls who were havingbreakfast before school.They seemed like laid back girls, with their uniforms unkempt, laughingloudly and snapping pictures of each other with their phones."I wish those girls were nerdy and studious," Miss Mowski grinned.My eyes closed at the flash of light again and when I opened them,. “We should do this again. Merry Christmas!”“Merry Christmas to you! Call me in January,” he said. “And let me cover this. I can write it off as a client meeting.”I nodded and let him pick up the tab. The way he was behaving made it relatively clear that he didn’t suspect I was involved in any way, and that was a good thing. Now, if I could just find a way out for him, I’d feel a lot better. We shook hands, and I started the walk back to the office. I walked through Union Station to use the pay. The drive from the farm to Aster took as long as the flight up from Miami to the farm. The drive was a bit scary as well. I was driving a beat up old pickup truck with close to 3 million in cash and I didn't even have a pea shooter. I suppose I could have asked for a better truck and a loaner. I had may doubts as to how far the farm's co-operation would extend.It wasn't quite lunch time when I arrived at the Downtown house, so of course Sylvia wasn't inside waiting for me. I wrestled the three. Her dream of the moment had been an extension of an hour spent in his arms earlier that evening. The flush of love and affection filled her dream, until her Grandmother had so rudely... !"My apologies, young one. You might remember that I was once a young maiden with dreams of my own, and I do not think it dims with age. I sleep with my first and only love, and while we are no longer young, we lay together and share dreams!"Hear me carefully, my granddaugher. I have a warning that you must pass.