My date shot me a startled, wary look.
I hurried to explain. "It's not what you think."
Arthur said coolly, "She's right."
I had just begun to relax when he added, "It's far more complicated than you think. She's about to become my wife."
In the end, my date excused himself with admirable grace. I remained by the roadside, my mind stuck on Arthur's claim that I had agreed to marry him.
That had happened in a dream.
No one but me could possibly know about it.
Arthur had driven for 6 hours straight, and he looked exhausted. We went into the cafe across the road. He ordered a coffee but didn't touch it.
"You were having the dream too?" I asked.
He didn't answer directly.
"Whenever you eat fruit, you insist on taking the first bite from my hand. You like walking on the left when we l
