I finally feel asleep…..We were in South America someplace, it was humid. Casey and I were in an estate and the breeze was blowing through the white lace curtains. Two teenage children were sitting around a dinner table with Casey’s grandfather and his first wife, Margaretta, apparently, because that is what he called her. They didn’t see us and it was strange. They were talking about the kid’s school work, when a knock at the door stopped them.