These Dreams of You

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Almost instantly Sheba is out, snoring in the other bed. Parker doesn’t groan in protest because he has a vested interest in his sister sleeping, and then from the bed he rises to retrieve his father’s laptop. “What are you doing?” says Zan.

“I want to film her sleeping,” the boy says. “She says she never snores. She’s got the zombie eyes, which creep me out but would be über-tight to have a movie of.”

“Go back to bed,” Zan says. For a few minutes the father and son sit watching the girl and listening; Zan looks at Parker. Hesitantly, sensing an opportunity in the quiet of the night, Zan begins, “Uh, Parker, listen. . ”

“The heck, Zan,” the boy says, “we’re not going to have the Talk, are we?” and retreats back to beneath his pillow.