These Dreams of You

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In the midst of Heathrow’s insane customs-free bazaar, Zan leaves Viv and the children at the gate a few minutes and retreats to the men’s room to make a phone call back to Los Angeles. “Loan number?” comes the voice on the other end of the line that Zan recognizes. “Three zero six one three nine five one nine eight,” Zan says. He’s known it by heart a long time.

“Address?” the woman says.

“1861 Relik Road.”

“Are you receiving mail at that address?”

“Yes.”

“Are you living in the residence?”

“We’ve been out of the country for a while, but it is our residence.”

“The record shows that the deed on the property has reverted to the investors who financed the original loan and that the property now is the subject of a formal trustee sale.”

“I understand. I’m calling because my family and I are returning to L.A. today and I want to arrange access scuzbag to the property.”