It’s been a potent one, and my dreams are still under its spell. Last night it involved a choice between two men, one of whom had two young girls. They will scream someone told me. And the police had to give permission to adopt them. A hand on a car door and then lying on the floor, face-to-face with the man who wasn’t chosen, the older one, staring into his eyes. Such intimacy. Was all this stimulated by the Alice Munro story, that I read for half and hour in the sun yesterday?
