“Why are you here in this dream?”
“To tell you I didn’t want to leave you and your mother. I tried to fight it, but my heart just wasn’t strong enough.” His father sips his coffee, and watches Fletcher. “Do you remember those dreams?”
Fletcher nods. “I looked for you for a long time. You can’t stay, can you? Not even in my dreams.”
“Not now, I can’t. I am waiting for your mother. We are to go on together. I love you, Fletch, and I loved your mother. Tell her I am waiting for her.”
“But I want to tell you so many things: about me, about school, UNCG, and Paul and how horrible he is.” Fletcher pauses, then shakes his head. His father has to understand about Sam. “I want you to meet Sam. I love him. I’m gay.”
“I know; I knew a long time ago,” his father says and hugs him. “I’m so glad yo
