CHAPTER 39
“Are you superstitious?” I ask Hee-Man that afternoon as we fill up our sack with rocks.
“Am I what?”
“Superstitious. Like when you think seeing a black cat will bring you bad luck, or you toss salt over your shoulder if you accidentally break a mirror.”
He stares at me like I’ve grown a second nose without realizing it. “Why would I do that?”
“Never mind.” I’m still thinking about what happened last night. From a psychological standpoint, it makes perfect sense why my brain would conjure up an image of Grandma Lucy and let me talk to her in my dream, especially since I’ve missed her so much.
“What about dreams?” I ask Hee-Man as he hefts the bag over his shoulder with a groan.
We start the trek out of the woods and toward the hill.
“What about them?”
“Do you think they
