“Interesting,” Mr. Clayburn replied in a glib tone as though he were examining a high school science project instead of really trying to get to know me. “So do you still have these dreams?”
About this time Sadie set a tall glass of iced tea in a little glass saucer on the sofa side table beside me. “Thank you,” I said politely, looking up at her.
“Yo welcome,” she replied but added, “Pastor, ya thank me every time I do somethin’ fo ya, yo gonna get awful tired. I’m here to do thangs fo ya. So you just relax now and let me do it.” She then crossed the room and through the arch where she had been before.
I reached for my glass of tea and took a sip as I watched Sadie waddle back across the room. Then I turned my attention back to Mr. Clayburn. “Sir, the last time I had a dream was a few m
