These Dreams of You

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It isn’t only because the paternity is destined to be ever so unspecific. Jasmine would just as soon believe that among the three men, one is as much the father as the other. It isn’t because any of them would reject her or paternity; rather it’s because any or all might accept paternity that she leaves. This is something she prefers to do on her own.

She begins planning her getaway the afternoon that she and the two singers are driving down the Ku’damm and the crimson spaceman behind the wheel of the car spots out of the corner of his eye a stranger in the street getting in another car—who, will never exactly be clear. To an extent, Jasmine realizes, she’s responsible: Flushed with some soup of hormones, bad dreams, unfounded premonitions and half-digested newspaper articles, she’s convinced for a split moment that the stranger getting in the car is the assassin himself, the man behind the.22-caliber gun she read in the newspaper some months ago would be up for parole in five years. “It’s him!” she cries, surprising herself.

“Yes!” agrees the spaceman next to her. “It is!”