I've never met her but in my dream she has large, beautiful blue-green eyes. I almost stare.
But this is my opportunity. I stand in the parking lot tonight. The crowd has thinned. She's waiting for me.
I won't bring up what I really want to. Who am I to be entitled? What can I demand or conclude? But I have my first opening.
She looks at me. We are just about the same height in this dream.
"I'm really displeased that you brought my brother into this situation," I say coldly.
She starts to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
That is all it takes.