’ ‘Listen kid,’ he said. Kid, that was condescending, wasn’t it? ‘I’m a priest but I’m fully qualified to handle anything you can dish o...t, all right?’ I noticed a bowl with a pipe in it. Yes, a tobacco pipe. The pipe was smoking. ‘No, not this. Trust me. I didn’t expect to be talking to a priest.’ ‘I’ve talked to trauma victims, sex offenders in prison for life, drug addicts, you name it. So tell me what your problem is.’ ‘Is it okay to be smoking in here?’ I asked tentatively. ‘Yes, it calms. . “Maybe it was a relative,” I muttered.Patricia shook her head. “They sent in donations, but we’ve asked, and it wasn’t them. So we’ve been trying to imagine who would be so generous as to give—”“Wait!” I blurted out, standing up abruptly. It was far too quick a movement, and my head grew dizzy.They looked at me with growing concern.“I’m sorry,” I added, more quietly.“Are you okay? Do you need some water?” Bud asked gently.Water ... Yes ... When’s the last time I drank anything?“Actually, yes. Outside the sun is setting. The bathroom is orange, then red. There is a mirror on the ceiling, in my dream. (In the waking world, there is no mirror; but this is a dream.) The mirror is misted by condensation but I can make out my reflection. It’s warped and indistinct like an impressionist painting. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her crotch.My best friend is standing in the doorway. She watches me, silent. In my dream I am. "Yeah im sure"She opened the door and got out. "You have a good night Zaire" You too" He said looking at her hard nipples hanging while she leaned down."Be careful and don't look at my nipples!" Aubrie told him as a smile spread across her face."Naw I like em like that!" Yeah alright bye Zaire" She said."Night Miss Aubrie" He gave her a big smile as she shut his door and waved to him before she walked to her apartment. He watched her get into the home before he drove off to head home.Two weeks.