VII"HAMI, WAKE UP - WAKE up." Chaz was shaking me. Or I was shaking and he was trying to get it to stop.
I sat up from my place on the floorboards of the van and grabbed onto him with both arms, like I didn't want to let go.
He turned and sat beside me and held on as well.
"What was that all about? The whole truck was shaking. And we could feel it out there."
"You two OK?" Jean was in the doorway, looking in at us.
"Now we are," I told him. "Just a very bad dream." I stroked Hami's hair to help her calm down. She softened and leaned against me.
"Thanks." She looked up into my eyes. "I'm glad you are here, both of you - but especially you, Chaz."
Jean quietly left to inspect the outside of the truck and check things out.
"You know you're always welcome, Hami. Whatever you need, just
