Jimmy opened his eyes to the dark room. He’d gone to sleep thinking of a farmland quilt. Yellow and brown squares, and some green, like sections. Maybe some white. Some kind of blue sky at the top. But again, he’d fallen into the dream where he is looking for Doris and she’s gone. In this version of the dream Jimmy ran into the rumpus room, but it wasn’t really the rumpus room – it was the garage and Brian was pouring water into the coffee maker, except Brian looked like Mike Wallace.
“Jimmy,” Brian had said. “If everybody tried harder we could all have work. You have to try harder.” Then Jimmy asked Brian if he’d seen Doris, but as soon as he spoke he flipped a tooth out with his tongue and then reached in and pulled out another tooth. And then Jimmy woke up. And while he lay there blin
