I had just stepped out of the bathroom and he was standing before me. He was wearing black swim trunks and water was running out of his hair. He stood there dripping wet. He gave me the sweetest smile and held his arms out to me. He seemed to be about 14. I stepped into his embrace. He was wet and cold and so real. I could feel him breathing. I began to cry. Great awful choking sobs. Over his shoulder I saw John and Annie watching me. Their eyes were large with astonishment.
At last I released him and looked up at him. Now he was a man. I'm sure he was about 25. He smiled and touched my face. Then he stepped around me and into the bathroom. At that point I realized I was in John's mobile home on the Oak Point Road.
Suddenly I was upset. I walked toward John and said, "He's been here all the time and you told no one! How could you be so hateful? Does he live here?"
"No," John said.
"Where did he come from?" I persisted.
"He isn't here," John told me.
"I saw him! He's real. You saw him."
Then I looked at the floor and found it dry. I looked into the bathroom and found it empty.
"Get her out of here," John told Annie.
"Come on, Mom. I'll take you home."
"Didn't you see him?" I whispered. "It was Brandon."
"It was no one." she said.
I woke up sad and confused. I was alone. How can a dream be so real?

Image of Brandon at about eight years old.

Today I made two pies for the 2PM pie party. We had a full table. Even Cedar showed up. She had requested apple. Ed favored banana cream. Gloria said she will make the pies next time. Then Dorothy said she will make pies for a future party.

I have begun calling the Community Room the Hen House. Today I made a sign and will put it on the door and see who complains. I think it will be one of the roosters.