One Sunday afternoon after I got home from church, and finished washing the dishes from lunch, I decided to take a nap. No sooner than I got comfortable, I thought that I was dreaming. There was this heavyset older Indian lady with gray curly hair and a plaid dress on. She was walking from my bathroom toward me saying, "I am Dora Lea, do you hear me, my name is Dora Lea, you look at me and you look at me good." Then she started to grab me and I opened my eyes and she was still standing there. I screamed, my husband came running in the bedroom and she instantly disappeared. He said, "What's wrong?" I told him and he looked at me so strange and said, "You must have ESP." I asked him what did he mean by that and he never would say. The next day, I was visiting with my mother-in-law. I told her about what had happened the day before. I can still see the smile that came across her face as I told her. My mother-in-law said, "Her son's daddy is your husband." I said, "I don't understand." She said, "Dora Lea just passed away, but while she was on her death bed, she finally told her son who his father was. Your husband is the father of her son." I was speechless. I asked my husband why he did not tell me that he had another child? His reply was that he had just found out himself and he does not believe that he was that boy's daddy. The boy was like 22 years old. All I can say is that my husband might not have believed that he was the father of Dora Lea's son, but she sure made a believer out of me. She apparentely wanted me to know what she looked like and what her name was. To this day, I remember!