Chapter 8
The dream of Lock, something I will never forget. An episode within the folds of my life that will forever haunt me—even to this day. A curt dream, spawned by evil, broken, inexcusable and immoral: the baby’s body floats on the lake’s surface; swollen limbs and neck, the color of skim milk; the baby is now semi-submerged in the water, floating into the center of the lake, away from me; I swim after it, a medal-winning swimmer at Ausbreck College; in the center of the lake something pulls Lock under by his right foot; one moment the baby is there and during the next, he vanishes; the deepest part of the lake; ninety feet deep, almost a hundred feet deep; water in the baby’s nose, lungs, mouth; Lock sinking to the bottom of the lake; nowhere to be found, gone, lost—the unthinkable
