El relicario... Jane apreto elrelicario con fuerza... si... su tacto era el mismo... la fotografiatambien... al igual que los cabellos en su interior.....Como podia ser elmismo... Ella era hija unica... por lo que sabia, Jason tambien... pero?Como podia ser? ?Como podian ser la misma persona? Capitulo 3La vuelta a la realidad fue algo brusca. Jane se encontraba sudando, conel gastado relicario hiriendole la mano por la presion. Su respiracionestaba entrecortada, y su pulso excesivamente. My stomach had been not-quite filled with "Welcome to Camp" bread sticks and water, in an effort to avoid the painful allergic reaction that would have inevitably followed the slightest consumption of tomato sauce. I was sitting in the front row, about six feet from the stage, carefully scrutinizing the industrial grade carpet at my feet when the head counselor stepped up to the podium and began his welcome speech. I didn't listen to a word, of course; a similar speech last summer turned out to. I'll help you. Steady, now."The woman and the one in the dress left the club together, Debbie helping the cross-dressing corporal with one arm around his waist.She realized that he wasn't wearing a girdle. Good, one less thing to get him out of. Still, it wasn't fair that her boyfriend had a better figure than she did, even without a girdle. Or that he had prettier legs.They made their way out of the club, and they hadn't gone far before running into Zale."Klinger!" said Zale. "Hold it right. They also have a receiver that can pick up music from a special iPod ® dock. I can demonstrate.’ ‘Not yet. I think perhaps I do not wish to be the subject for this demonstration. If you will do me a favor, please go over to the panel by the bar. Press just there and talk into the hidden mic, tell them you want Miranda Natchez. In the mean time, I must confess I am disappointed in the presentation of these ‘toys’. They appear to be dirty. Surely no one has been playing … ‘No, that’s virtually.