On the last morning of their vacation, Jason sleeps. He dreams of a wedding near Lake Erie: few guests dressed to the nines; Pastor Frank Kelly holding his prized Bible, ready to begin the matrimonial service; schooners of various colors on the lake, waving by; the harpist, Lillian Dae, fresh out of Julliard and prepared to travel to Europe to tour with a German symphony; Tigi among the guests, sobbing and with a box of tissues on her lap, some new handsome and younger beau that looks fresh out of high school, seated at her side; Gillian in the first row, winking at Jason, proud smile on her face; a nervous Dillon standing in front of him, holding Jason’s hand, and smiling from ear to ear.
The dream feels as if it continues for an hour, two hours, but no more than three hours. He wakes to
