“Because I was real,” I suggested to her.
She nodded. “Because you were real. You are real. But please, please, Michael don’t think me insane.”
It took some moments to think of a reply. Insane? Was I sane enough myself to make a judgment on her sanity?
“I watched you dance,” I finally spoke. The admission was important. If she was being honest with me, I could be nothing less with her.
I saw her start at that revelation, almost like she’d been when she answered the door, thinking I’d violated her.
“You were beautiful, and doing something I hadn’t seen before. I didn’t know if I was watching a pagan ritual, or just a gorgeous s****l woman being herself. But I loved it. I’m here Savannah because I didn’t want to lose you. Tell me,” I asked her, “why are you here?”
“This is my be
