he sat up quickly, his heart beating fast. He had been dreaming and a strange woman was saying, “Don’t be silly, Stone. Of course you know me—I’m your wife.” Nothing else about the dream was clear, and neither were the features of the woman. She seemed to be surrounded by fog. It was only a dream of course, but there was no more sleep for him. It was the next day toward evening before Tara Lee arrived by cab and it was a happy reunion. “I’m so glad you called me,” she said, “and especially glad that you finally confided in me—and that I’m with you.” “And you don’t know how happy I am that you wanted to come,” he said as he hugged her. Finally she flopped into a chair and asked, “Now then, what is the first thing on the agenda?” He sat down in the other chair at the opposite end of a small table and sighed. “I guess to find out where my permanent home is out here. It seems I had moved out of the Malsheba Rd.
