“Thereisnosuchthingasghostsandgoblinsinthisworld”shethought.“Theserumorsarepletelyunfounded.”Shewalkedovertothetelephoocallhercousin,Elena.
Warmwintersunshieredinthroughcracksofthewhitevelvetcurtainsontothepurplecarpetofthequiet,fortableroom,whichermeatedecialfemalefragrance.Ivory-likewhitefeetwithnailspaintedbrightredycurledonthefortablesofa.Shehadonapairreypantsandabckturtlenecksweater.Hergoldenhairreadoutonthecushion.Anovelyopenonherabdomen;apparentlyshehadfallenasleepwhilereading.Slightvibrationswokeherfromhernap.Takingthecellphoofherpocket,sheopeandsaidsleepily,
“Hello.ThisisElena.Who’scalling...Ohhi,Novel,howareyou...Iwasn’tdoinganythingspecial.Iwasreadingonthecoudmusthavedozedoffsomehow.Idon’tknowhowlongIslept...Yes;Ididhaveadream...Youtoo...Really?Tellmeaboutit...”Elenaraisedherhandtohermouth,preparingtostretdyawnashercousinohersideofthephotedonfastaedly,describingofherdream.Thehandstoppedmidway;herstretchfrozeandtheyawnwasliterallyswallowed.Allsignsofdrowsinesswerewipedfromhereyes,whichstaredunseeinglyahead.Herwholebodystiffened.
“Goon,goon...Itwasamysterious,magnifitpace...Yes,thequeenwasbeautifu.Hernamewas...Aisha,Ithink...Theking?Yes...Yes...hewasbraveandresolutebutalsogentleandromantic...Dimitri?Yes,yes.Thatwashisname...24beauties?Yes,yes...Hey,Irememberyouwereohem...Yah;Iwasooo...ButNovel,howcouldwepossiblyhavehadthesameidenticaldream?That’s...Yes,thereisalotwealkover...What?Youwanttoiigatetoseeifthatdreamwasreal...Goodsuggestion.Ithinkwedothat...Yes,infactIthinkIoffersomeclues...Good.I’llberightover.Yougetready!”Elenaendedherversationandsatup.Shetookafewmioposeherselfbeforewalkingtothebathroomtowashherfacewithcoldwaterandrunabrushthroughhermistygoldenhair.Thenpigupanovercoatofthesamecolorasherpantsandsteppingintowalkingshoes,shewasonherway.Abeautifulwomaensiveadministrationstoutheriuralcharm.
Elena’swhiteCadilcsloweddownonthedrivewayoftheSilkies’estate.ShehadbarelyetoastopbythefrontdoorandhadurnedofftheenginewhenNovelhurriedoutwearingdarkgreyscks,overcoatandwalkingshoes.Thetwoofthemweredressedidenticallywithoutprearra.Nowoheyhadthesamestrangedreasteppedgentlyonthegasandmadeaslowturnaroundthecircurwaterfountaininthemiddleofthegardenbeforedrivingoffthewayshecame.ThecarcametothecssicalirongatewherethehunchedfigureofOldJohnawaited.Hewasanoldman,overyyearsold,whomNovelaffeatelycalled‘grandpa’.HisfamilyhadbeeainersfortheSilkiesfamilyfeions.Asthecardrovepastthestoopedfigureofthefaithfuloldservant,Novelrolleddownherwindowandblewhimakiss.The90-year-oldgatekeeperbowedrespectfullyandwatchedhisyoungmistress’cardriveoffbeforeclosingtheirongates.
AsElenadroveoreetsaroundtheke,Novelasked,
“Overthephone,yousaidourdreambetraced.Doesthatmeanyoumayhavesomeclues?”
“Well,it’snotreallyaclue...”repliedElenaafteramomentofsilence,“butIseemtorememberpeopleinthepacesayingthatKingDimitrihadalreadytakenanadvancegroupofsisterstothemundaneworldandthattheyhadsetupshopatapcecalled“Dream-maker’sBakery..Ithinkthelocationissomewherearoundtheke,notfarfromhere.Ifwecouldfindthepce,itwouldprovethatourdreamwasnotwithoutfoundation.Whatdoyouthink?”
“Right.Right”saidNovelexcitedly.“It’ssocleverofyoutothinkofthebakery.Ipletelyslippedmymind!”
“Youhelpbylookingcarefullyatthesignsoftheshopsandseeifwefindet.”Justthen,boththeireyeslightedonaninspicuoussignacrossthestreetsaying,”Dream-Maker’sBakery”.Novelpoihesignsaying,
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