Chapter 74

Then he remembers he isn’t really here. This isn’t real. It doesn’t exist outside his mind, a scene brought to life by his own pitiful desire. Nothing more than a vivid dream after humping the couch. Bobby’s probably on the phone right now, laughing with friends or family. He’s not sitting on the sofa like an abandoned doll, staring at Ned, staringthroughNed at his Christmas tree, dark thoughts swirling behind his black-hole eyes. Just to prove it to himself, Ned steps aside, out of Bobby’s line of vision.

Those eyes shift, following him.

Only for a moment, nothing more, then Bobby blinks and focuses back on the tree again, a look of consternation crossing his face as if he’s not sure why he ever looked away. Me,Ned thinks. You were looking at me. You know I’m here, wherever here is, and somehow you see me.Maybe he wants to? Maybe he’s…

The thought is staggering, but maybe Bobby’s dreamed himinto being and not the other way around?

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