“I know he’s not gonna make it, Ms. Kadlec, because…because… I had a dream that he would die.” Little Joe felt ashamed of saying this to the old woman, it wasn’t her business, and he shouldn’t burden her with his problems.
Her eyes glowed, and her face perked up, wrinkles tugged at other wrinkles in a sort of tug of war on her face. “Oh, I see. I see now” she said.
"But you told me that some dreams are real -- they foretell something that will come true! Don't you remember? I had some really bad dreams and in them -- oh they were all so scary… seeing my dad lying dead, and it can only mean..."
"Slow down young fella, an old woman like me can't understand all those words when they come out piping so fast. So you say your dad's gonna die 'cause you dreamt it? It that the gist of th
