Half awake, I was thinking of connections, those between people and places, and between people and other people. Of course, there were the obvious ones, your biological family, the kids you went to school with that you saw every day, your minister or doctor, but there were other, invisible ones too. Like when you met someone or even just exchanged a glance, and you knew that person, or you knew you had known them, been a part of them or their life, in a previous life, if there was such a thing. That’s how I thought about Sandy, and even about Wade. Did I love them? I don’t know. The English major aka Sandy, might be able to unwind the semantics, but this was a word for my heart, not my brain.
I felt something brush my lips, touch my face, and I opened my eyes. Wade was about a hand’s leng
