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”Mom said quietly, “Yes.”Anita looked at me quickly, then away, and walked out. I sat there as we heard the door close, and after another minute I said, “Well.”“Ain’t life a kicker,” said Dad sadly, and Mom nodded. He continued, “Don’t really know why it seems so wrong, but it does.”“I guess,” Mom replied.I left a few minutes later after I was sure Anita was gone, and strolled home in a sickened daze. When I got home I poured myself a stiff one and nursed it and my feelings in my chair. I shook my head, realizing that at no time had she seemed in any way familiar, but then I hadn’t even recognized the school building when I chanced across it on business the year before despite spending two years there. I sat there trying to remember anything about that time as I proceeded to get quite drunk, but largely failed; after an hour my exhaustion won out.In my dream it was a bright day in early spring, fresh and clean outside and perfect weather for the sixth graders. The Gang of Five were. Curiously enough, there was another object beside it. A large white popsicle. Even through his narrowly opened eyes, he could not recognize it to be of any flavour he knew. He reached inside and pulled it out. It was cold and completely white. Lines of water melted off the sides and dripped to the floor. He observed it minutely in front of his face before letting the tip of his tongue graze along the edge. He tasted water, with the faintest hint of something else. Intrigued, he let his tongue wrap around the ice, trying to discern what the faint flavour was. The chill partially numbed his taste buds, but he licked it earnestly. By now his hunger was secondary to finding out what this mysterious popsicle was made of. He sucked it into his mouth, letting his tongue slurp around the circumference. All he tasted was ice, and again a hint of another taste. The more time his tongue spent on the alien stick of ice, the more he wanted to know about it. His thoughts were interrupted by a door.
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