Fire
Somehow
I couldn't reconcile any of the LDS viewpoint with a "wake up, tingly all over, and bathed in a cool sheen of sweat" kind of dream. I considered talking to Jackie about it. We were really each other's best friends. What else could we be? Thick as mud, mom always said, and why not? We shared siblings, cohabited a double bed, confided concerns, divided responsibilities. Traded secrets. Plotted the future. Besides, who else but my closest sister could understand the uncertainty of our lives? Still, I was pretty sure she couldn't relate to spicy dreams about Mikey Way. Mom was out. Jackie was out. I tried to think of a friend who might understand.
