Poinciana Author:Phyllis A. Whitney "Fortunately, sleep came easily that night, in spite of the early hour, and at first I slept soundly. There were dreams and in the hours after midnight they grew disturbing. But they were gone in a flash when I awoke to a dreadful sound of disaster. — An alarm bell was ringing wildly, clamoring all thorugh the house. I sat up against my pillow... more », stiff with fright, and listened to that horrible, shattering sound that seemed never to end. A glance at my watch told me that it was 2:15 in the morning. I rolled out of bed adn pulled on my robe, ran through the door to Ross's room. It was empty, and his bed had not been slept in...."