These Dreams of You

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The four were driving down Pacific Coast Highway, mostly in silence but for the harmonics coming from Sheba’s body, when they passed new signs demarcating “tsunami safety zones.”

“Stop singing,” Parker was crying in exasperation to his sister.

“I’m not,” said Sheba.

“She can’t help it,” said Zan, “it’s not coming from her.”

“It is coming from her,” said Parker.

“I’ve never noticed those,” Viv said about the signs.

“It’s coming from her but not actually. Through her.”

“How big,” said Parker, “is a tsunami compared to a regular wave anyway?”

“No,” Zan agreed about the signs, “they’re new,” then to Parker, “Big.”