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anything."
    "You're right, I know. But I needed it." She
watched Nat. He hadn't shifted, hadn't noticed her talking with
Leonard. Hearing the sound of harp strings, her gaze shot back to
Leonard who gave her an innocent look.
    Reaching down to take another gulp of
whiskey, she saw that the color was off. She took a tentative sip.
Lemonade.
    With a twinkle in his eye, Leonard said, "If
life gives you lemons . . . "
    "What a joker."
    "While Nat's occupied, I thought you might
like to look at a couple of other possibilities for you. There's a
television actress in Hollywood—"
    "I can't do it now. There's still a lot to
be done and Nat needs me." Had watching what had shaped Nat changed
her too? No matter how she tried to stir up interest in the
selection of her new body, she couldn't find it. Instead, she
wanted to remain here with Nat, to help him cope with all he'd
learned. His lessons weren't complete yet, and he needed
someone—her—to interpret things for him. To help him
understand.
    "You'll have plenty of time to help him
after we return." Leonard offered his hand. She reluctantly grasped
it. Immediately, the familiar dizziness enveloped her and when she
regained her senses, she found they were in a small living room
with a young woman seated on the floor, wrapping Christmas gifts.
"Can she see us?"
    Leonard shook his head, "She can neither see
nor hear us. Her name is Terry Montgomery. She's wrapping toys for
the kids at the mission. Her soul has a very special place reserved
in heaven."
    "She looks perfectly healthy."
    "An illness will not claim her. I'm afraid
that Terry has a weakness for men in leather."
    "What?" Daphne couldn't have heard
right.
    Leonard nodded. "She'll die due to a head
injury suffered during fisticuffs at the local, um, I believe it's
called a biker bar?"
    Daphne watched Terry wrapping another gift.
"Oh my—goodness. She looks so normal. She's not . . . strange, is
she?"
    "Heavens, no," Leonard said reassuringly.
"Terry just likes life with a dash of risk. She also has other
advantages."
    "And what would those be?"
    Leonard's eyes twinkled. "She . . . lives in
New York City rather than a more remote location."
    Daphne crossed her arms. "Why do I feel like
you're not telling me everything?"
    "Sometimes these things are best left to
fate. Now, I have two other choices for you to see. Shall we
go?"
    Nodding acceptance, she kept her gaze on
Terry. Thankfully, Daphne didn't see any tattoos. Although life
with a modicum of risk was her preference, a tattoo would be more
than even she could tolerate.
    The dizzy movement swept them up again, and
when it ceased, Daphne now found herself outside on the street.
"Where are we?"
    "Another of your choices is due along any
moment." Leonard peered to his left. "Ah, here she is now."
    Daphne saw an incredibly beautiful woman
walking toward them, grace in every step of her model-long legs. In
the woman's left hand was a dog leash and a darling schnauzer
scooted along with her. To her right, a handsome business man,
dressed in an expensive looking cashmere coat smiled at the woman
indulgently.
    "I could be her?"
    Leonard nodded. "She's lovely, isn’t she?
And the gentleman is her husband."
    "Oh, gosh. I never imagined it would be so
hard to pick, to make a decision." She'd also never imagined that
she could look good enough to grace the covers of the TV Guide. But
could she learn to love Mr. GQ? "I think I'd prefer to choose my
own husband. I want to fall in love."
    "There's one more for you to see. Shall
we?"
    Daphne could almost get used to Leonard's
form of travel. No plane tickets, no bus schedules. Just decide
where you're going and, bingo, you've arrived.
    They'd settled in a warm coffee shop lined
with booths and a row of chairs in front of a long counter. Leonard
pointed at the counter.
    Daphne saw a buxom woman serving coffee and
advice to a female customer. With an obvious Texas accent, the
waitress drawled, "You'll have nothing to do with him if