These Dreams of You

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Dismayed, Zan isn’t sure he’s heard right. Was that really the way she put it? “Yours is lighter,” she points out again, pulling at his arm and thrusting her thumb in her mouth.

“It is lighter,” he says, “yours is darker and it’s beautiful. Some people have light skin and some have dark. Some have light hair and some have dark.”

“The man who sings the hero song has red hair.”

“Yes.”

“Mama has blue hair.”

“There you go. Turquoise, actually.”

“What’s turquoise?”

“A kind of blue. Blue-green.”

“Is it really blue or did she make it blue?”

“She made it blue.”

“Why?”

“She likes it. It matches her eyes. Some people have light or dark eyes. Some people are tall and some aren’t.”