It was only a dream. We were on a bus, he and I and I lost him. He must’ve got off somewhere, I remember thinking. I wasn’t concerned. Perhaps I should’ve been. Then a man telephoned me. I don’t remember answering my phone, just hearing his voice. He’s had a stroke, he said, and there can’t be any rules any more. The rules have to stop. He sounded angry with me, as if he held me responsible for his condition. Was I? He put him on the phone. I had fun on the bus, he said.
