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“Now, Joanie, let me tell you in the hundreds of times I had looked sideways, I had never seen anything quite so, uh . . . stimulating. Maybe the stress had finally gotten to me and I had broken through some kind of a wall that had always been there. I just don’t know. As soon as I saw those two on the couch, I knew I could have pulled back to the hotel but I was too caught up in this happening to want to go anywhere else. Maybe I should have been ashamed for the intrusion but I felt such a part of that scene that . . . well, I just felt I belonged.”

Throughout the tale, Joan had been leaning forward in her chair, “Who was the man?”

“It was your Uncle Joe, but I hadn’t met him yet. At the time of this Fort Laramie business his name had been Russell. As soon as I saw myself that day in Wyoming . . . well, a whole new understanding of the way things worked came into play. My soul had been here before. I didn’t question it. I had seen it with my own two eyes. Took me awhile before I mentioned this to anyone else either—you see, I had really been taunted at school for this whole looking sideways business and what I had just seen went way beyond that.

“Anyway, Emily came back to the hotel some time later and I followed her up to the apartment. I had just started my life as a divorced woman and here my sister Emily was still looking for a man.

“She was a beautiful woman, really,” Clara looked up at her niece and added, “she had hair the same color as yours. I just wish she could have done something about those damn, thick glasses of hers. You see, Joanie, back then we didn’t have contacts.”