Ianthe spins around in the middle of a field, confused. “Where … where’s that beautiful winged creature who was just here—?”
Glancing down, she realizes with a shock that she is wearing a hot pink mini dress and turquoise platforms. “What’s going on?” Spying Miguelito strolling towards her, the penny drops. “I’m back in Heaven!” Rushing over to hug him, she cries, “You’ll never, ever guess who my sister Nephele was!”
“Who is Neph … Nate … Natalie?” Miguelito is totally confused. He has just returned from a serene life as a Buddhist monk in a secluded monastery in the Himalayas.
“I was this poor Greek beachcomber way back, a zillion years ago, the poorest of the poor. And there was this giant tidal wave; it wiped out almost our whole village, but my sister – her name was Nephele – and I,
