He wrote me a letter, which I received two days after I told the story here. I told it Tuesday night. He said, “Now to bring this story up to date. It was on Thursday that I had the experience; on Friday I went to the restaurant”—where he goes almost every day. She was so excited with her new purchase, she took the two of them right out and showed them the new car, the same model, same color, the same convertible. She took the letter—which I did not interpret correctly—at the bottom of the letter in her own bold script she wrote to me, but she didn’t say “Dear Neville,” she just simply wrote it. She said, “When they came to dinner tonight, I showed them my new car. Beth.” Well, I didn’t know it was not…he typed his letter to me and signed it in his own script. But here came an entirely different script at the bottom in pencil: “When they came to dinner tonight, I showed them my new car.” Well, that could have been an imaginal showing. It wasn’t explained beyond that. It could have been that she had imagined she showed them, so I couldn’t tell that from the platform, I was waiting for confirmation. So to bring it up to date, he wrote me a letter saying, “Now I must tell you, when we went to dinner on Friday night, before we came here, when I brought you the letter, she met us in such an exited manner that she took us out and showed us the new car. It was the same color, the same make, and the top was down then.” So that really meant that was a fact now in the world of Caesar, not only in the world beyond this or above this.274 ¶58