I woke, the meeting between Ridge and Emily so real in my mind it was hard to credit it was but a dream.
Jesus, when did dreams have such accurate, if loaded, narrative and dialogue? I could taste the margarita on my tongue but, dream notwithstanding, I was glad that Doc got a shoe in his arse, even if wish fulfillment was all it was.
Some people are haunted by memories; me, it’s priests. Can’t seem to shake them. The day before I was released from hospital, I was sitting up in bed, reading,
A Rumor of Ghosts.
Three sisters who decide to commit suicide on the same night. Hooked me by the line,
“First thing you need to know about our family is we’re quitters.”
I was engrossed in this when a shadow fell across the bed, looked up to see a priest. He was dressed clerical casual. Black V-
