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is that?”
    “It’s twenty dollars, Hannagan.”
    Janie sighs. “Let’s be truthful with each other here, mmmkay?”
    “Of course. Our whole relationship is based on it. Right?” He’s smiling sardonically, and looks down.
    She cringes as the words hang ominously in the room. “Look, I’m sorry,” she begins. “I have a lot of explaining to do. But I know you don’t have any more money to spare than I do. So how about I pay for this?”
    “No. Next question.”
    Janie sits down next to him. Shakes her head. “Fine,” she says, giving up. She draws her legs up under her and turns to face him.
    “Okay,” she continues. “How did you get in the dream twice?”
    He looks away, and then back to Janie.
    “Well, let’s just jump right into it, then.”
    “I guess.”
    “All right…uh…I guess the answer is, I have No. Fucking. Clue. Oh, and just let me know when it’s my turn to ask a few questions. Because I’d like to know how the hell you. Got into. My dream. Hello.”
    Janie blushes. “Some of your dreams are kind of great.”
    “Oh, really.” Cabel leans forward and catches her chin. Catches her by surprise. He pulls her toward him and traces her cheekbone with his thumb. And then, he puts his lips on hers.
    Janie falls into the kiss. She closes her eyes and slips her hand to his shoulder. They explore the kiss for a moment, sweetly. Cabel digs his fingers into her hair and he pulls her closer. But before it grows any stronger, Janie pulls away. She feels like her limbs are rubber.
    “Shit,” she sputters. “You…you…”
    He smiles lazily, his lips still wet. “Yes?”
    “You kiss better than I imagined. Even in—”
    He blinks. “No,” he says. “No, no, no. Don’t even tell me you’ve been there.”
    She bites her lip. “Well, maybe if you stopped sleeping during study hall, I wouldn’t have a clue.”
    “Good God!” he says. “Is nothing sacred? Sheesh.” He turns away, embarrassed. “Maybe you should start from the beginning.”
    Janie sighs and leans back against the couch. It was like reliving the dreams. Again.
    “The short version? I get sucked into people’s dreams. I can’t help it. I can’t stop it. It’s driving me crazy.”
    He gives her a long look. “Okay, um, how? That’s just bizarre.”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Is this a recent thing?”
    “No. The first one I remember, I was eight.”
    “So, in that dream, my dream, where I’m standing behind you, watching myself…in…” He holds his head.
    “Okay, so that’s how you see the dreams, right? Like I saw mine. While I was dreaming it. Ughh.” He rubs his temples.
    “That was weird, huh,” Janie says softly. “I know this is all really weird. I’m sorry.”

    There’s a knock at the door. Janie jumps up, relieved. She grabs the twenty and goes to answer it.
    She sets the pizza and a two-liter of Pepsi on the coffee table and goes to the kitchen for a beer, glasses, napkins, and paper plates. She pours the Pepsi for Cabel and clips open the beer. She takes a sip as Cabel grabs some pizza.
    “Now. Tell me what else you’ve seen in my dreams, before I get really paranoid.”
    “Okay,” she says, suddenly feeling a bit shy. She takes another sip and begins. “We’re behind that shed or barn of some sort. Is that your backyard?”
    He nods, chewing.
    “Up until yesterday, I’ve seen you as the monster-man-thing”—she cringes, not sure what to name it—“that monster in the house—the kitchen. With the chair. That one was purely coincidental—I didn’t even know it was you, dreaming it. Not until later. It was sort of a drive-by thing.”
    He closes his eyes, cringes, and sets his pizza down on the plate.
    “That was you,” he says slowly. “I knew I’d seen your car before. I thought you were…
    someone else.” He pauses, lost in thought. “The yard—oh, God—your so-called superstition. Damn. So—” He sits up, hands paused in midair, eyes closed. Thinking.