Mason dreamed. He understood this by the simple fact Antonio stared at him. He came in the door, hesitated, lifting his head to sniff the air. In his sleep Mason’s face tightened. He frowned. Made no sense. Did Antonio scent the air for s*x? The arm Mason curled around Kyle declared his guilt. Besides, Antonio was dust on the wind and shouldn’t care. Mason, unable to withstand the idea of burying him, and having no knowledge of stilling a person, of how to prevent his coming back, so built a pyre. Antonio was dead, gone—time to accept.
Shadows swirled, which should make it impossible for Mason to recognise Antonio. A dream explained the anomaly of Antonio’s being here at all. His subconscious tried to tell him something, or the pills played with his mind, confusing him. He took them befor
