Chapter 99

* * * *

And the next morning I was back in Bertie’s truck, this time sitting next to him as he barreled up the 80 to North Platte and the airport there. “You were right,” I had told him at breakfast. “Judy Garland came to me in a dream. I’m going home.”

“Brother,” he told me, giving me a big hug, “that is the gayest thing I’ve ever heard you say. I’ll take you to the airport.”

I had a two-hour sit in Denver, and arrived home in San Francisco a little after noon on a Sunday. I took a shuttle straight to my apartment. The Button Hole would be closed, but I had called Katie from the Shuttle and knew she’d be over soon.