Chapter 16
Valerie did her best to hold the woman’s gaze. It was harder than it sounded to watch those eyes. When they focused on her, she wanted to shy away, to look elsewhere. A sudden desire to study the Paul Klee print of der Goldfisch on her apartment wall nearly overwhelmed her. It was because in those eyes she saw far too much of herself reflected back.
The woman blinked after a moment, sending a wave of relief through Valerie at her sudden release.
“First of all that’s two questions.”
“Compound sentence,” Valerie shot back. “I’m counting it as one. Now answer.”
“In your dream?” The woman looked intrigued. “That is kind of unusual. What was I doing?”
“Running a blintz food cart. A very successful one. You were wearing, well, these clothes. The men were flocking to you.”
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