Honestly, I wanted to
talk to Gram and Granddad about my dreams before anyone else. They would listen
and understand. They weren't the kind of grownups who listened to psychology
books that contradicted what their children knew was going on. I planned on
going to them that night, probably after dinner, when all our day's craziness
had calmed down.
Going to Angela,
however... That might be a better first step.
So we went right
after school, Doni and Bethany and me.
Doni slipped her
little hand into mine as we sat around the white wrought iron café table in the
main room of Divine's. We sipped pineapple sherbet floats while I talked about
my dreams. Angela didn't react. Her expression didn't change, except maybe that
funny little smile, indicating she knew more than anyone else about what was
going on... Well, it didn't quite fade, but it wasn't as strong as usual. She
didn't ask me any questions, just focused her big blue eyes on me and listened
until I ran out of words. Angela had a way of listening that made me think she
heard more than anyone said. It would have been a relief not to say some of the
things I had experienced in my nightmares, just picture them in my mind and
have them go directly to hers.
I finished my story. We
sat sipping in comfortable silence, for a few more minutes. I felt a lot
better, like some pressure had been removed. Maybe it would be more accurate to
say that having told Angela, I had fulfilled a responsibility I didn't know I
had.
That made sense, I
realized. Angela and Divine's Emporium were there in Neighborlee to protect it,
or us, or maybe... Well, to be honest, sometimes I was sure there were things
in our town that had to be contained in our town. So maybe Divine's protected
the world from Neighborlee, instead of just the special people, the oddness,
being hidden from the world? By telling Angela about my dream, I was helping
her to guard us, or guard something else?
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