Chapter 4“How can that be?” Ernie looked at me across the dinner table. We had just finished some grilled chicken, brown rice, and a celery, apple, and Parmesan salad I had thrown together. I had just told him about the morning I spent with Paula—and about our neighbors. Ernie’s mouth had dropped open a bit when I mentioned Tommy, and how Tommy was the person in my dreams.
I shook my head and stood up to clear the table. As I rinsed the dishes in the sink, I said, “I don’t know. But there’s no doubt in my mind that the guy in the picture she showed me is the same guy from my dreams.” Just the thought of it made my hand jerk in a spasm, caused a chill to run up my spine, like an icy finger.
Ernie brought over his own plate and set it in the sink. “Are you sure? I mean, do you think you co
