\" Obediently, Lucia rose from her seated position on the bed and approached the baby and the mother in wonderment. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed.
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