Fast Lane

Chapter 28

The next night I had the same sort of dream as before, well similar anyway. I’m studying myself in the mirror again, and my poppa appears. He’s smiling, but it’s not any type of smile I’ve ever seen on him before. It’s filled with warmth.

“I’m proud of you, son,” he says.

“Thanks, Poppa.”

“You did what you had to. You showed courage. I do love you, son. What I said the other day was to help give you strength fer what you needed to do. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Poppa.”

“But son,” and there was worry in his voice, “there’s still something that needs to be done. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know, Poppa.”

“You can’t afford any unfinished business. You’ve come too far fer that. Just one more thing to do and you’ll be safe.”

“Don’t worry, Poppa. I’ll take care of it.”

“I know you will, son. I am awfully proud of you, boy.”

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I woke up wondering about my dream, wondering what it meant. I decided it didn’t mean anything. It was only my subconscious pointing out something I’d overlooked. And it was a good thing it did, because there was no reason to take chances. Not after all I’d done.

* * * * *

That morning I boarded a flight to Oklahoma City. It took time to rent a car and do all the driving I needed to do, but what I came for took less than a half hour. I was back at the airport within three hours, and back home by dinnertime.