Memories From A Real World: The Road To The Rapture

By Rich Seibert

Since the fall of man, God had set a time for the final judgment of Satan. The endgame is about to begin, and Satan’s reign on Earth is about to end. This is the final move through his son, the takeover of earth, and the return to Heaven with his armies to conquer and settle the score. Meanwhile, Christ prepares to bring home his own, the saved from eternity past. It is now 1994; in the aftermath of a congressional investigation, a new agency has replaced the CIA, and its director is a man without a past. In an area of Queens, New York, a lodge is destroyed by an unknown source. In the aftermath of the destruction, five individuals and a missionary woman rescue two brothers in a hospital, while in another dimension, Satan plans a strategy to remove Christianity from the last bastion on earth, the United States of America. Working through the man without a past, he suspects seven individuals to be part of a conspiracy to undermine his plans outside the predestined path. The seven, the chosen from the foundations of the earth, are Satan’s main target. Who are these seven? Are they soldiers of Christ the many who are saved to pave the way for the Savior’s return? The man without a past, will he set in motion the events that will lead to the Rapture? Imagine in an alternate time and history what is to happen, for it is a warning of what is to come. Read on, find out, and claim the promise before Christ returns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781662407598

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Memories From A Real World

The Road To The Rapture

Rich Seibert

Copyright © 2020 Rich Seibert

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First originally published by Page Publishing 2020

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All scripture verses are from the Old King James 1611 Edition.

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Table of Contents

Questions

More Questions, More Answers

Rumors, Plans, and Someone Else

The Conversation

New Toys

Nightmares and Dreamscapes With Things Best Forgotten

Note to the Reader

This is a work of fiction. Everything in this novel is purely a part of the author’s creativity and does not reflect on situations on this side of the looking glass. If it is, it could be coincidental, but you never know that what is happening here may be some author’s imagination over there, and you may the product of a pen stroke, so think about it!

After you have read this novel, if you wish to find out about the future books in this series, contact me at 1-337-476-9332 (look for Rich Seibert). Or email [e-mail]. All inquiries will be answered.

Acknowledgments

I wish to thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for without Him, this book could not have been written. I wish also to thank the Lord for speaking through to me for inspiration, for without His guidance, the story could not have been told.

A note of thanks to my wife, Frances Ann, a pearl of great price from Christ; Colonel John Lormond of the United States Marines, who gives his utmost for the Highest; Pastor Steve Avery; Emily Di Geateano, for pushing me; my Ole Ammocco and number one help (great piano, Nick Bennett would be impressed); Barbara Rogers; my nephews Anthony Seibert and his brother Thomas; my brothers, Charles and Peter; Rosile Seibert; Penny Holgate; Sam and Raywa Johnson; my departed parents, my father, Thomas Seibert, and especially Lillian Seibert, my mother—without her encouragement and love for me throughout the years, the doorway to the other side would be closed. A final thanks goes to Judi Kramer, who saw in this work promise from Jesus and helped me to see it done and who encouraged me to write. This book and the many that follow it are for those whom Jesus is calling, for his return is imminent.

I also give thanks to this side of the looking glass and what lies there in the pretty files section and, finally, to the predestined seven themselves, whom I personally thank for their future help in turning their world on the other side into the real world.

A special thanks to those who said I could not write, finish, or publish this work, to those who, in their best efforts, failed in their attempts at stopping me. It is my Savior, Jesus Christ, who helped me and supported me during times of heavy opposition. I tip my hat to the opposition and wish them well; it is to them that this book is dedicated, and I hope they enjoy it immensely.

This is a special message and dedication to any individual reading this book. Do not let anyone ever trample your dreams, aspirations, expectations, and desires of what life could be if things were different, for prayer, our Lord, and you make this happen.

Chapter One

Questions

For now, we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.

—1 Corinthians 13:12

The news reports began as such starting in July of 1993 AD LT.

July 15, Monday

The recent humanitarian joint effort of US troops and UN forces in Operation Restore Hope over the last six months has been proven a failure. All troops are to be sent home. The current limited involvement of US forces revealed a hidden agenda. A secret operation has been uncovered involving a part of the Central Intelligence Agency to overthrow the government of Somalia and institute a puppet government in Mogadishu. Meanwhile, widespread corruption within the ranks of the Central Intelligence Agency has provoked a study by congress, and further inquiries would be probed by the current administration into activities stemming from former president Bush’s decision to send help to the war-torn African nation.

September 13, Monday

A congressional panel has unearthed widespread rumors of state secrets being sold over the past five years to Russian and Israeli spies. It was confirmed by both the House of Representatives and Congress in their requests of an in-depth study and eventual overhaul of current CIA activities.

November 19, Friday

A decision is to be made in the wake of a current study of the CIA fiasco and, with the president’s approval, a complete overhaul of the CIA. A new agency will replace the current organization and be in full operation by January 3, 1994.

December 27, Monday

The president of the United States of America declared in an unannounced speech of the formation of a new intelligence agency that will be revealed on January 1, 1994. The new agency would continue the activities of the former CIA with a new direction concerning national security. The incoming director is the former assistant to the current director of the FBI and is familiar with the new agenda of the direction of the agency’s policies. The president reassures the American people a new era of peace through superior firepower would be on the rise.

For when they say peace and safety then sudden destruction comes upon them.

—1 Thessalonians 5:3

On a clear night, there was a flash of light; its life was short as that of a snowflake. A sound was born shortly afterward, and like a newborn coming into the world, it shattered the silence of the darkness and announced itself. Leaving an area occupied by the flash of light, it explored the area beyond the womb of its formation. The sound like the flash did not have long to exist. Magnifying itself by decibels, it shattered the weaker objects nearby with its elephantine force. The stronger objects held their ground and fought. Realizing the battle was futile, the sound rushed around what it had encountered, and in doing so, it became weak. Losing strength, it ran like a scared animal, and it started to die. Then it began to fade into the arms of silence, and like the phoenix, it was reborn into something else. It was then that the sky started to cry. A strange rain drifted down from it and fell in sections ejected from its birthplace. The rain then took on the form of drops that were not of its own design. The drops came in two forms, solid with weight, which fell blindly to the ground, and others that were without weight. They floated down like feathers in the wind although there were none. The rain came down all the same, but none of it was liquid. The sound then returned in its new form, like a bird searching for someone to listen to its evensong in the strange rain that accompanied it. Finding none, it began to sing. Musical its song was not, but the song made an impact on whatever the rain touched. Moreover, the area the rain touched glittered and glistened in the starlight and the artificial light of another creation. It was during the sound’s cycle of birth, life, and death that two vehicles and their occupants who were in the vicinity disappeared into the darkness, seeking shelter from another storm that was soon to change their lives forever.

Daily News

Friday, March 25, 1994, AD LT

Queens, New York

EXPLOSION AT LOCAL LODGE IN QUEENS.

NEW TERRORIST’ ANGLE,

WORLD TRADE CENTER II?

Is terrorism on its way back to New York? This time spreading to the other five boroughs? At precisely 8:00 p.m. DST last night in the neighborhood of Elmhurst, a tremendous explosion rocked the borough of Queens. The Elks lodge, a sixty-nine-year-old structure on the corner of Goldsmith Street and Queens Boulevard may have fallen to the hands of terrorists, as some would say. However, officials from the fire department and police say different. Officials are calling the explosion a gas main rupture that occurred inside the structure, killing the building’s only custodian. The facade, roof, and left side of the building suffered the effects of what some may believe is the work of a terrorist with a homemade bomb. Various groups have called the offices of the Daily News to claim responsibility. All calls are being taken seriously since the World Trade Center bombing of last year. Nerves have been on edge concerning the bombing and a possible continuation of attacks. The FBI as well as the MIB and ATF have been called in to study the situation. Only one casualty has been accounted for; the building’s custodian, Taylor Brooks, was killed instantly when the first floor fell in on him during the explosion. Mr. Brooks left behind a wife and a daughter. Police are calling upon the public for any witnesses who were in the vicinity of the lodge or may have seen anything suspicious before the explosion. Police are not dismissing the possibility of a terrorist bomb and are sticking to what they believe was a ruptured gas main inside the structure. Police are asking those with any knowledge to call the 911-TIPS line; all calls will be kept confidential.

Astoria General Hospital

Queens, New York

Friday, March 25, 1994, AD LT, 10:00 a.m. DST

The book was thick; the hand of a woman began turning the pages, stopping here and there to examine something while taking note of any passage, event, or picture with text next to it. Her ocean-blue eyes were taking in everything they saw as she picked up a cup of coffee to drink. A Walkman was near the book, and she adjusted the headphones while moving her long blond hair, which was under them. The woman, Sarah Jane Matheison, opened another of the books that were in front of her and placed it on top of the already-opened one. Sarah, a nurse, decided to take her midmorning break at the admissions desk instead of in the hospital cafeteria. Susie, her replacement, was next to her and would occasionally glance at the three books that Sarah was leafing through as she worked on some forms. There was a lull at the admissions desk, and next to the books was a Bible that was opened. Sarah had just opened a book; its title read THE PROPHECIES OF MODERN TIMES RELATED TO BIBLICAL SCRIPTURE. Others underneath had titles that were synonymous with their category, such as A NEW WORLD ORDER, A STUDY IN PROPHECY ACCORDING TO NOSTRADAMOUS and the last book, YOUR SIGN, THE ASTROLOCIAL VIEW OF THE COMING MILLENIUM. Sarah was now reading the astrology book on the millennium. Engrossed in her reading, she quickly forgot the music as Sarah thought, Wow this is amazing, Aries my sign, as well as Abby’s and those other people including that cute Mark Furnman, or is it Cortez? Focusing her attention on the astrology book, she then remembered her horoscope reading and immediately brought the Daily News out, turning to Joyce Jillison’s readings for the day. Let’s see what Aries has to say and that it does not get my goat. Sarah started smiling at the comical thought that came to her mind while eagerly leafing through the newspaper. Reaching the daily horoscope readings, Sarah started reading her personal observation for the day and reflected on what it meant.

Get to know your newfound friends and acquaintances, and focus on the future concerning them.

Wow, this is a trip. This is amazing, Sarah said aloud.

Sarah, a voice announced as Sarah began to reread the astrological reading, not paying mind to the voice. Sarah, the voice came again a bit louder, and a nudge followed it. Snapping out of her daze, Sarah slowly turned to Susie and removed her headphones.

Yes, Susie? Sarah said.

Something interesting? Susie queried.

You better believe it, Sarah said, nodding and bubbling with excitement as she showed Susie the horoscope reading. Then Susie motioned to the book Sarah was reading.

That’s what you’re looking in that book for? she said, indicating the astrology book.

No, well. Sarah paused, her smile melting slightly. I just got curious after last night’s and yesterday’s readings. They both were on the ball.

So what happened last night? Susie asked. Mr. Right?

More like the past exploding in my face, Sarah said calmly, but Susie saw excitement in her eyes as she continued; she went into a short but careful description of the events of the previous night, events of an astounding nature that six other people, including one Abigail Larson, a close friend she had known since high school, were involved in. Sarah then mentioned there was a meeting of a special person who was close yet distant. The person was her grandmother, a person who had a strangeness that equaled the events of the night. Sarah left out something that she, her grandmother, Abigail, and five other people had experienced, an experience that had only one explanation. However, one person had the true meaning of what happened. It was something so strange that Sarah could only describe it as X-Files-like.

Yeah Susie said, "I can agree with you on that. That’s awesome, but all seven of you born here on the same day, same hour, and it’s even weirder that all of you crossed paths during your lives and finally wound up meeting here? That’s beyond X-Files, more like a Sliders episode. How do you figure it?"

I don’t, Sarah replied, shrugging. I mean, Abby and I have known each other since high school. We did not hang out much together, but we had a lot of the same classes together except for music and gym. The only time we spoke was during class and when we met on the street. We led different lives until five years ago, when she started her nurses training.

Yeah, I remember you talking about how she got you into being a part of this show, Susie said comically.

Well, I’m only a year behind her, Sarah said, smiling. She’s looking to be a doctor someday. That’s why she loves working in the OR. However, as to the rest of the people, I could place them at different times in my life.

Yeah, what about those people? It’s still amazing what you told me about them.

That’s true. Sarah continued. Like the tall girl who was there, she’s from Trinidad, and her name is Jannett. She could be Whitney Houston’s sister, almost a carbon copy if she was not so light skinned. I remember her somewhat. She was in the same room I had when I had a bike accident when I was fifteen. Jannett said she was here for an appendectomy, and afterwards, she went back to Trinidad. There was another guy in the room called Nick that Abby saw once, and she now wants to see and get to know. I sort of remember him from Cardozo High School in Bayside. He could have been in one or two of my classes back then when I was a freshman.

And the others, did you know them from somewhere?

"The others who were here last night, I don’t know, but I believe they were in that room with me. The different twins and the other person, this tall black guy who looks like the guy on that old TV show Spenser: For Hire or that new Star Trek show."

"Yeah, I remember that old show. He was Robert Ulrich’s partner, and now he’s on Deep Space Nine."

"Yeah, the character named Hawk. I believe so, but he looks more like the actor on Deep Space Nine. I remember seeing him around. I can’t remember when, but it seems the girl Jannett’s almost as tall as him."

What about those twins you mentioned? Susie asked.

Yes, the twins, Sarah said as she rolled her eyes up in ecstasy and smiled. They were around this hospital, and they said they grew up in my hometown of Ozone Park. It seems both of them were separated when they were a year old, and both of them grew up in that town for years and did not meet. The one guy Mike, he was here when I had my bike accident, and so was his brother Mark, but neither one recognized each other.

What about your grandmother? You said she planned some type meeting for all of you.

Yes, my grandmother, Sarah said, the smile being replaced with a look of concern,

it was really strange of how she got us together and what she told us.

But I still consider it wild, Susie said, when you told me that your grandmother got a message from God and arranged for all of you to meet.

Something like that, Sarah said. We did not get to the party that she planned, or as I would say, a lure to get us to meet even though we all saw the poster that she put up.

So where was the party to be, the Limelight in Manhattan? Susie laughed slightly while leaning on the desk. Figure she has contacts with God and she’d use that old church for a party hardy. It was then that Sarah’s smile melted as she looked at Susie and said, You got to keep this quiet okay?

You bet cha, Susie said with a smile, crisscross my heart. Susie made a crossing motion over her chest and said, After all, I was a Girl Scout.

Sarah was not smiling as she said, The place we were supposed to meet for the party blew up. It’s the same one that’s in today’s paper. Didn’t you read about it? Sarah brought out the Daily News and showed Susie the front page of the newspaper. There was a photo of the Elks lodge; the photo showed most of the front and left side of the building was gone. Above the photo were the headlines:

EXPLOSION AT LOCAL LODGE IN QUEENS

NEW TERRORIST ANGLE,

WORLD TRADE CENTER II?

Susie stared at the photo wide eyed as Sarah continued, Yesterday’s horoscope reading indicated some excitement and a new direction in my life. It seemed to match.

So where did you wind up going to? Susie asked, slightly nervous.

Oh, here in the hospital, Sarah replied with a wave of her hand. My grandmother asked about the twins just before the lodge blew up, and Abigail said that one of the twins, Mike Cortez, and his newfound brother were still here at the hospital. He was still with a friend of his that eventually died, so we came back here to meet them, and afterwards we all talked. My grandmother explained what God had told her about each one of us, and afterwards I felt like it was a part of a story, and I still can’t get over it.

Just then, a person walked up to the admissions desk, and Susie took care of the person while Sarah scanned the horoscope book. After the person left, Susie looked at the photo in the Daily News and then turned sharply to Sarah, narrowing her eyebrows as she spoke and pointing her finger toward her.

Hey, wait a second! Susie exclaimed. Now I remember. When I came in, one of the doctors who was coming off the night shift talked about something weird that happened relating to that mercy killer, the Angel of Death, that he struck again. He started talking about it, but he did say that eight people, two cops, and two other men who said they were detectives were on the second floor sometime after the killer struck. He said the two detectives wanted to question the seven people, but they seemed interested in questioning an old woman that was with them. The doctor said you and Abigail were with the other people. Sarah gave Susie a surprised look. She then put a finger to her lips.

Shh, yes, that’s right. We were there, Sarah said as she lowered her voice, but promise me you won’t say anything to anyone.

I promise it won’t get any further than here, Susie said, and Sarah continued with the conversation.

As I was saying, Susie, when Abigail mentioned that the twins, the Cortez brothers, as I call them, they were still at the hospital. We came back here, and the night clerk said Mike and Mark were busy seeing a friend, and we found out what room the friend was in. We found out afterwards somebody pulled the plug on the respirator, and the friend died.

That’s not what the doctor said, Susie said, her voice rising slightly. The doctor said the man was murdered. They believe that the mercy killer might have been interrupted.

Yes, Sarah said, keep it down. I agree, but keep this to yourself, okay?

I will, Susie answered.

I think whoever killed Mike’s friend tried to kill him and his brother too. As you said, that Angel of Death was interrupted, and I guess he did not want any witnesses.

Wow! Susie said, the volume rising slightly in her voice again. Do the police know about that? Sarah then nodded as she made a motion for Susie to lower her voice and made a motion of zipping her lips.

Okay, Susie said, I read you, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’d sure like to hear more someday.

Sarah looked at her watch and said, Like to, but not now break’s over, back to work.

Okay, Susie replied, see ya at lunch. Bye. Susie then got up and left.

Not on your life do I want to talk about that girl, Sarah thought, watching Susie leave as she closed the astrology book. Sarah then gathered the other books except for the Bible and put them under the counter of the admissions desk, and she left the Bible out by her computer. Going back to work, she answered the telephone, which was silent during her break. Then she started dealing with an influx of people at the same time who had just come in asking for information on certain patients. Sarah then called for assistance because of the sudden onrush, and another nurse was sent to help. After fifteen minutes, calm settled in, and Sarah was alone again.

Relaxing, she turned on the radio, and the soft smooth jazz of Herb Alpert’s trumpet could be heard on CD 101.9. Lowering the radio, Sarah then took inventory of the admissions area.

Like a beach, she thought, low tide. Then her eyes started to take in the revolving door that was straight ahead. Her eyes drifted toward the area to her right under the drop ceiling, the waiting area where a bulletin board announced notices and ads for different events and things. One event was actually an announcement that was in the form of a poster, a poster that had changed her life as well as those of the six other people who viewed it. The poster that was on the bulletin board twenty-four hours earlier was now gone. Continuing to look at the area, Sarah recounted the events of the late afternoon and the evening of the previous day that was a coincidental birthday. On the other hand, was it? What followed the events involving her resurfaced grandmother, Abigail, and the five new friends whom Sarah felt so close to even though they were across the bridge of time except for Abigail? Very little could be associated with the other five, the same birth date as she and the rest of them shared, being born in this hospital twenty-two years ago yesterday. In addition to the major event of the previous night, another event took place that had a horrifying ending. Besides the lodge explosion, it was the friend of Mike Cortez being killed that took precedence as well as the attempt on his life and of his brother Mark by a mercy killer. Sarah wondered in the aftermath about their adopted names and whatever he and his brother were going to call themselves. She wondered why no mention of it was in today’s paper, and she was glad, but what puzzled her more was the fact they said Cortez to the police officers who were questioning them instead of using their real names.

Very strange, Sarah thought, and then the memory of the detectives came to mind. Who were they? she thought, if that was what they were. Sarah thought from what her grandmother told them. It seems that they were something else. What the grandmother related to them about the names. Sarah then felt a chill go down her spine at the remembrance of them. Legion and Nicold. The name Legion, Sarah remembered the name of the many demons that plagued many in the Bible from what her grandmother pointed out just before dropping her off at the Evangelical chapel house on Queens Boulevard. Sarah also knew the name from the film the Exorcist, and the name Nicold, as her grandma said, his name was reversed; it was actually Old Nick, a name for the devil. Sarah knew from the English horror stories she read. Sarah could not get out of her mind what her grandmother said, that there were many others like them just as there were many like themselves who were chosen by God to do his work when the time came.

The detectives, on the other hand, were scouts, she said, and that the only way to recognize others of their kind was with the glowing blue eyes they had. She said that they were the devil’s people, and that was the reasoning behind the dark glasses, to hide the glow, and there was something more about them. Sarah then shook her head and rubbed her eyes, wondering if it was all a dream. She then looked at her watch and then noticed the clock over the entranceway.

Only thirty minutes to go until lunchtime, Sarah said to herself, and her thoughts drifted back to the events of last night.

So much in a short time, she thought, and another thing, the final piece of the mystery that should have been in a story but was as real as the world she was in. How could the sight of what she and the others viewed slip her mind? And she thought of the daggers, the seven daggers that her grandmother gave her, with the story behind them. What should I do? This is so weird, Sarah thought. This is like something out of those Stephen King stories, The Dark Half or The Stand. Continuing to look at the revolving doors, Sarah felt something uneasy come over her as she looked at the area beyond the doors, the benches, the grounds of Astoria General Hospital, and she remembered something her grandmother said about her visit to the hospital when she was born. As she looked up through the glass of the doorway that went from the floor to the slightly curved dome of the entranceway, Sarah’s eyes were drawn again to the low-ceiling area just to her right. She smiled at the thought of the meeting yesterday afternoon, and then she went back to copying some forms and thought some more about the whole experience.

Until yesterday, everything had been nice and normal, Sarah thought, from this job all the way to Peter. He was her date from the previous Saturday night. Now this, Grandma shows up five years after my graduation with a Pandora’s box, a puzzle with a wild story, almost as wild as the things she spoke to me about in this hospital seven years ago. She remembered when her leg was encased in a plaster cast, mending itself from a bike accident when she was fifteen years old and then the time before, when she was seven years old. Seven, Sarah thought, now that was really weird. And she stopped writing and closed her eyes, remembering a time many years ago of hearing voices as she played with her dolls at the age of seven. The voices were loud, and then there was a door being slammed while a voice was telling her to go to the window, which she did, and she saw a person standing in the street, looking up at her. Then the voice told her that the person was her grandmother, and there would be six other people she would meet in the future. Sarah remembered asking the voice who it was; the voice identified itself as Jesus, and then there was silence. She remembered the questions she asked her mother and not getting the answer she wanted. Nevertheless, all were answered last night, but there were still more questions. It was what happened last night that topped them all, Sarah thought as her thoughts came back to the present. Third time’s the charm, as they say, although this was the fourth time she met her grandmother. However, the third time both of them spoke since the high school graduation was when her mother had her grandmother removed before she could find out the reasoning of the first two meetings. Now Sarah wanted more answers to the other questions that surfaced since last night.

This time, Mother, Sarah thought, I am going to find out, this one time without your intervention. This is the one time I must keep close contact with Grandma. I must find out more of this business about these other people and find out what is the purpose for our future dealings. There are just too many questions, and the Second Coming thing is just too farfetched for me. Thinking about the Second Coming, Sarah remembered about her grandmother saying they were God’s own, chosen before the foundations of the earth as stated in the Bible. There was future work to do for God. They were to accept Jesus as their personal savior, and he would protect them.

Sarah remembered Jake saying, If we were God’s own as his father and Jannett’s father said, then why do we have to accept him if we were already his? It does not make any sense, and it would probably reveal itself in future. It was the same as the words If we were to die tonight, do you know where you would spend eternity? Surrender unto him were the words.

As she remembered the events of last night, she wondered if this could possibly be the protection from God and his selection of people to become Christians.

Sarah thought, Let’s see what happens in time. Sarah then remembered something that was under the desk. Reaching under the desk, Sarah brought out the purse-type bag that her grandmother had given her with the mysterious bundle inside that appeared to have weight, but once handled, it possessed none. Opening the purse, Sarah saw the bundle that was of cloth and tied with a leather thong. What was inside the bundle posed a curiosity to Sarah. For inside the bundle were seven daggers that her grandmother had called the daggers of truth. They had a special meaning, for each one of them held a purpose, although her grandmother did not know. Thinking about the story of how she had received them, Sarah knew after she told them that one thing was clear—their purpose was for something in the future. When, as grandma stated, the time of the revealing arrived, they shall reveal their true purpose. Sarah was skeptical of them and the story, but for some reason she felt very comfortable with them, as if they were a part of her own person. Reaching inside, Sarah moved the bundle aside, looking in the bag for the note pad where she took notes while talking to Abigail after dropping her grandmother off at the chapel house.

Ah, here it is, Sarah said as she took out a little black telephone book. Opening it and searching inside, she found the new telephone numbers of the people she had met. Sarah turned the pages as she passed Abigail’s mother’s number in South Bend, Indiana, and her parents’ telephone number and address in Ozone Park. Sarah found the names of the other five under her own address, considering how she and Abigail shared the