throwing.
She said she had been wrong that night in Santa Barbara when, in her
despair, she had claimed no dreams ever came true. They came true all
the time. The problem was, you sometimes had your sights set on a
particular dream and missed all the others that turned out your way:
like finding him, she said, and being loved.
One day she told him she was going to have a baby. He held her close
for a long time before he could find the words to ex press his
happiness. They dressed to go out for champagne dinner at the Ritz,
then decided they would rather celebrate at home, on the porch,
overlooking the sea, listening to Tommy Dorsey recordings.
They built sandcastles. Huge ones. They sat on the porch and watched
the incoming tide wreck their. constructions.
Sometimes they talked about the wordburst he had recei in the car on the
freeway, from Thomas at the momentdeath. They wondered about the words
“there is a light loves you,” and dared to consider dreaming the biggest
dream of all-that people never really die.
They got a black Labrador.
They named him Sookie, just because it sounded silly.
Some nights she was afraid. Occasionally, so was he.
They had each other. And time.