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And at that very moment a sort-of vision of the future flashed briefly by, like an arrow of light zipping past. I was going to become a psychic spy! I didn't now how this was to come about -- THOSE particular circumstances flashed by too fast. But it was only a matter of time. I didn't want to call this precognition, foresight or intuition. This seemed to be something different. Somewhat recovered, I decided to go to Zelda's -- missing the correct subway stop by a couple of stations, so dazed and euphoric as I was. Once at Zelda's, though, I told her of the developments -- and that I was going to become a psychic spy -- for the government. I added that because who else could one spy for? Zelda's mouth dropped open -- even though it was very hard to flummox her. "I love you dearly," she said, "even your flights of imagination." And so we both giggled at the silliness of it all. Thereafter we settled into a good, vicious game of Scrabble. The logical part of my mind came back on line, and the psychic spy part of my experience seemed ridiculous. Indeed, I forgot about it -- until it actually started happening.