The Dream and the House
Entering the house just now from dropping off Nora at pre-school and Charlie at school, I hear the toilet running.
Earlier this morning, Nora up only half an hour after Emily and me, she sits watching a show when Charlie shambles into the living room where the three of us greet him.
“I just had the worst nightmare – not just a bad dream, a horrible dream” – so Emily tugs him toward her, pulling him close, and urges him to tell it out.
“In my dream I flushed Nora down the toilet …
