CHAPTER THREE
When Lisa came back to Granny's house, Mike was there, in his white suit, sitting with a glass of Jack Daniels and ice in front of him.
Mike at fifty was no ordinary Alabama boy grown up. He was a very special guy, with a terrific educationhe had gone to Harvard on a scholarship to study scienceand a souped-up brain, which was always trying to figure out the way things worked.
He was so good at it, that the big shots up in Washington had hired him to do an analysis of the problems of the future. He had headed up a big gang of hand-picked men, and they had written an amazing report on the shape of the world in 2050. Michael had made some major predictions, some optimistic, some less so; but he had discovered enough sinister facts about the drift of the world to make him pre
