"Her name is Miranda Littleton," Phoebe told Piper and Leo. "The clerk was more than happy to give me her address."
"Sure," said Prue with a smirk on her face, "after you hinted you might go out with him if he did."
"I only mentioned that I like younger men," said Phoebe.
"Yeah,' said Prue, "and implied you might go out with him if he called you some time."
"Hey, whatever works," said Phoebe.
"I guess we should get over there," said Piper. "Now that we know who she is and where she lives we need to find out why Phoebe had her vision."
"You didn't see anything demonically related in your vision?" asked Leo.
"No, just what I told you," said Phoebe. "Maybe once we meet her we'll know more about what we're supposed to do."
They had no trouble finding Miranda's address. It was in a very affluent part of town and the house was even bigger than the manor. The four looked like a small army standing on the front porch. Miranda opened the front door after Phoebe had rung the bell.
"Hello," said Phoebe, smiling, "remember me?"
"Of course," said Miranda. "You're the young woman who knows all about her family tree."
"Right," said Phoebe. "These are Prue and Piper, my sisters. And that's Leo. He's kind of a friend of the family."
"It's a pleasure to meet you all," said Miranda.
"I hope you don't mine," said Phoebe. "I got your name and address from the clerk at the store. It seems he made a slight mix up when he picked up the books from the floor."
She handed the genealogy book to Miranda.
"Really?" questioned Miranda. "I haven't had a chance to go through what I got. I didn't know there had been a mix up. Come in and I'll get your book for you."
The four waited in the entryway while Miranda went to get the book. It was obvious this family had a good income. Expensive furniture set in the living room and paintings equally expensive hung on the walls. Miranda, her husband, or both must make a very good living. A few minutes later, Miranda returned, a man close at hand.
"Here you go," said Miranda, handing a book to Phoebe. "This is my husband, Alexander."
"Alexander Littleton?" questioned Leo. "You're the son of Kevin Littleton, the industrialist."
"Yes, that's right," said Alexander.
"No wonder the name was familiar," said Leo.
"Did you know my father?" asked Alexander. "You seem a bit young to have been involved in any business dealings with him."
"Only by reputation,' said Leo. "'An honest man in a sea of sharks' I believe one journalist once called him."
"Yes," said Alexander. "He was a great man. He was especially proud of that particular review."
"Alex," said Miranda, "why don't we invite them to stay for dinner?" She turned to Leo and the sisters. "Would you? We were just about to sit down. There's more than enough, I can assure you."
"Oh, we don't want to be a bother," said Prue.
"Nonsense," said Alexander, "it's no bother. I'll let Maria know."
"It will give me a chance to pick Phoebe's brain, so to speak," said Miranda. "She said she had done a genealogy for one of her classes. Maybe she can give me a hand with mine."
"Well, if you're sure it's not bother," said Prue.
Secretly they were all elated. It would give them a chance to figure out Phoebe's vision. So far they hadn't learned anything that gave them a clue what they were supposed to do. Since there didn't seem to be any type of demonic influence involved, there must be some other reason for the vision. One thing was for sure. Phoebe's premonitions and visions meant they were supposed to help. It just wasn't clear exactly what that help was supposed to be.