In Dreams

    I was at Dorothy's house, on Charming Lane. They had had an argument and G. had left, had been gone a while. We had been shopping, had  returned to her house and she suddenly asked me if I thought she should call him. I asked where he was living, not knowing whether he'd found somebody else. She said he was at his  mother's house. I suggested she call him, telling him she was considering selling the house and maybe moving back to her home town, as she was nearing retirement age. I was hoping they could come to some sort of agreement because I knew she hated living  alone. 

    I thought she might consider it and call him in the next day or so. I left the room and when I came back in she was on the phone with him. When she hung up, she told me they were going to meet somewhere to talk and then they were going to stop at the supermarket for groceries and come back home and cook a huge and glorious dinner. She seemed happy, so I was too.  It all seemed so real.