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body needs were neglected. I was cautioned so many times to keep putting water in the body while playing golf on hot days, even when there was no thirst. Just got too careless and unmindful of my environment.” Jason smiled and sipped his martini.
    “Something strange happened to me during my lightning blackout.” Jenny paused, took a quick sip from her rum and coke, and had a thoughtful look on her face. “Hope you don't think I'm weird but, well, you know, I've heard all my life about people having 'out of body' experiences during stressful situations. You know, like, serious heart surgery, or, a near fatal car accident, or, my jogging experience. Well, it happened to me. There was this bright light and I was a part of it somehow, and it just seemed to be pulling me off and away toward some wondrous and magnificent brilliance. It seemed compelling, safe, and I wanted to go further into that bright void.
    “Then, sounds fragmented the lovely light, and, for a moment, just before coming back to my consciousness, I hovered briefly just above my body. I saw me lying there on the wet pavement. I saw you and the others. It was so real!” Jenny smiled and puckered her lips. “Sounds pretty dumb, huh?”
    “No, it doesn't sound dumb at all. Later, when you thought about that experience, did it frighten you very much?”
    “No. Actually, it had the opposite effect. You could say, really, it renewed my faith. It's like, well, like there is no fear of death so much anymore. It was like the experience gave me a glimpse of what death might be about, like, it's not a scary thing but a positive thing, an expanding kind of thing.” Suddenly, Jenny broke into a wide grin. “My goodness! It sounds really wacko just listening to my own words.”
    “No, no, it's interesting. Death is not the sort of topic that people like to talk about a lot. For the young, and we qualify, we sort of adopt an attitude like we're going to live forever. Death cannot touch us. The older we get, I'm sure our mortality becomes more and more real for us. Your experience, your dream, whatever it was, may indeed have been some kind of message. I'm thinking that you should find comfort in an event like that.”
    The waiter came with a relish tray, bread sticks, left menus, and took our second cocktail order.
    After the waiter left the table, Jenny changed the subject. “So, what wakeful dreams do you chase, Mister Prince? It seems I should know more about the man who has taken some fairly personal liberties with my body. For which, of course, I'm eternally grateful.” She gave him another soft smile.
    “You are entitled, yes. I'm mostly a real estate developer/investor type. You might say, I dream real estate projects. It's something I love to do, something for which I thank my grandmother and my late grandfather. They had a part in the early growth and development of Phoenix and the east valley.”
    “Oh, are you related to the Princes in Tempe?”
    “Yes. My father was the son of Manville Prince who donated land and helped in the early funding of Arizona State University and the Tempe area. My grandfather was John Wimsley. He and Grandma Myrena raised me and my brother.” Jason noticed Jenny's questioning look. “My parents died in an automobile accident when I was still in grade school. My grandparents raised my brother and me.”
    “Wimsley? The same Wimsleys of Park Central, Biltmore, Scottsdale Ranch?”
    “Yes. My grandfather had a hand in the development of those and other projects.”
    “I'm impressed! Very! I've heard people talk of your grandparents all my life. They are really a significant part of the valley's history. You must be very proud.” Jenny's eyes glowed with genuine appreciation.
    “I am very proud of my grandparents. I've been very fortunate to have had their guidance and love in my life.”
    Before Jason could go on, the waiter came to take their dinner orders. The El Chorro was noted for its menu selections,