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88 Barry Lewis.” She gestured toward me, “This is my friend, Barbara Bartholic, Barry.” I shook the stranger’s hand. “Here it is, 1984, and although I’ve known Barry all my life,” my friend continued, I haven’t seen him for ten years.” The woman pulled on my arm. Her smile promised something amusing. “But I remember something weird about my old-time pal.” She made a gesture toward the lawyer. “Take off your glasses, Barry.” She laughed. “Look at his eyes, Barb. Isn’t that strange?” The man smiled and lowered his sunglasses to stare into my eyes. Each of the pupils of the lawyers’ eyes contained a small quarter-moon-shaped, white crescent. I stared back. As if I had no control over my own movements, I felt 1 a my hand rise to point at the man. “You had a UFO experience when you were very young.” My own words shocked me. The stranger grunted surprise and sat down. “How did you know? I’ve never told anyone except my a0 parents.” ara 8 “T don’t know. I just know. Can you tell me about it?” My friend stepped closer to the man. She talked quietly but I could hear what she said. “Go ahead, Barry. Barb is a well-known investigator, a UFO investigator. She hears that kind of stuff all the time.” Barry Lewis motioned to me to sit on the chair facing 1 him. “T was a bedridden ten-year-old Iowa farm boy when it happened. I was dying of blood poisoning in my feet and one day, just after the doctor left, I found myself inside some sort of a strange vehicle... with strange little beings standing over me.” He stared at me. His pupils dilated. The white moons 1 4 “The people in the space ship worked on me, Barbara. And...” he hesitated “...there were a lot of kids there.” Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding gleamed across at me. cormt toa