Chapter 4
It never happened. I willed another time jump and brought us back to the farm. The date was now October 31, as if I had pointed the DVR remote at my head and hit the fast-forward button. I’d developed a skill somewhere in life, the ability to wake myself from troubling dreams. I had a lot of bad dreams, almost daily. I could bring myself out of them, now, and this was similar. If I recalled any of this journey afterward, I would vow the leaps in time were all my doing, and that I’d done it now to avoid the ambivalence, the nervousness I felt over giving myself fully to Patrick.
I wasn’t sure I had total control, but landing on Halloween was fantastic. Whether I had done it or not, I knew the date immediately, as I listened from the porch to Jefferson’s mother inside, whispering
