“I haven’t forgotten the rest of what you wanted, Charles, you’ll see.”
I held up my hand. I really had no other idea how to get her to talk to me and it seemed reasonable. She was on a mission, but I thought I had a way out.
“Do you want to ask something, Charles?”
“Yes, Miss Joyce, please.”
“Okay.”
“Didn’t I have a safe word in this dream world?”
“Charles, you are so funny. Of course, you had a safe word.”
“Great,” I said, “what was it?”
“Charles!”
“God damn it, Joyce! I mean…, Miss Joyce, I am invoking my safe word.”
“Okay, Charles, what is it?”
“I don’t remember, but I’m saying it.”
“Charles, don’t you remember that part?”
“What part?” I asked.
“The part where you really don’t want to be released so you try to pretend that you don’t remember the safe word?”
I thought for
