TWENTY-TWO
DENVER, COLORADOHe cried out with agony into her face, then fell headfirst to the floor, a knife in his back.
She slid off the kitchen table. “Billy! Chester!” she screamed.
Ramona woke up.
She was dreaming again.
* * * *
The door was ajar. Anna knocked and entered Ramona’s room. “Mr. Jeffries is waiting outside,” she said to Ramona.
“I know. I saw his Caddy out the window.”
“You’re kinda... flushed. What’s the matter, honey?”
“Nothing. Why should anything be the matter?” Ramona snapped, slipping into her green dress in front of the mirror.
Anna shrugged. She was already in her Sunday service attire of beige hat, white blouse, and pale blue skirt. “Yuh don’t look yourself. Yuh had a nightmare last night, didn’t yuh? I heard yuh yelling out Chester’s name.”
“I did?”
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