We are all famished and enjoy our simple meal of bread, wine, cheese and fruit. We are all so hungry no one can speak, or perhaps no one knows what to say. To me the strangest thing is that our small party would be the only visitors. What I would really like now is a coffee. I no sooner think it, and I can smell it. No one says a word, but I can tell they are smelling coffee, just as I am. This experience is not just in my imagination. Then across the way I see them. Where did they come from? No one moves, no one breaths.

There in front of my eyes not more than 20 feet away sits a woman in a red dress. Several children are with her, and a servant is pouring them tiny cups of black coffee!