These Dreams of You

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Befuddled, Zan says, “But it was there.”

“Yeah,” Parker says. He adds, looking closer, “The weird thing is my comment is still. . ” He shrugs.

Zan has moved from his side of the table to Parker’s. He looks at the laptop. “What comment?”

“You told me to post a comment? To send Mom a message.” Parker points at the screen: Were r u. “Were are you?” Zan reads back. “What does that mean, Were are you?”

“Where are you,” corrects Parker.

“There’s an h in where. Then what happened to Mom’s photo?”

“Don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Zan,” the boy shouts, “what do you mean what do I mean?”