“You were smiling in your sleep last night, did you know that? It was a look of sheer bliss. I thought maybe you were getting lucky.”
He grinned a little at that, but didn’t respond, at least not right away. At length he said, “I got lucky the day I saw you hitchhiking. But, no, no, it was something quite different. I dreamed I saw Henry Becker, and that he was young again, and with his wife. Isn’t that weird? Her name was Amal.” He turned to look at her, thoughtfully, dreamily. “I knew that in the same way I knew you, even before I knew you. In the same way I knew Bo and his men—God bless them—were A.W.O.L. I just ... knew it, somehow. I—I can’t explain it.”
“Don’t try,” she said, and leaned close, kissing him. “If the Flashback has taught us anything, it’s that none of that matters. Wh
