“I had a dream about him,” I said. “The camp bloke?” “Yeah, last night. I dreamed he came into my room and sat on my bed.” “And!” Tony’s eyes got wider. Wider than usual. “He talked about lawnmowers.” “And!” “That’s it, he just talked.” Actually, it hadn’t been a dream, not totally. It was one of those half-awake ones where I knew what was going on so I let it run just to see what would happen. We’re all curious… “You ever dreamed about a bloke?” I asked him. “No!” Tony’s eyebrows went dead flat.
“Never!” With a denial like that, maybe he had, but he sure as hell wasn’t talking about it.