Chapter 32

Once at home, enjoying the air conditioning, I put the groceries away, filling the house again. Thereafter, I put light jazz on the stereo, showered, and shaved for a second time that day because I became sticky-hot with a heavy beard, and decided to take a short nap in a narrow library on the second floor, next to Tacoma’s bedroom. There, a room filled with numerous books and a comfortable and puffy lounge, I drifted off to sleep. And there, I dreamed:

Evening. I sported a light, summer robe made of cotton, reached for two wine glasses and a bottle of Zinfandel in the kitchen. I took a short walk down and over the cobblestone pathway that led to the East Garden and the pool area. Empty Adirondack chairs waited for me. Once there, among the tranquil and perfect summer evening, stars in the majestic looking sky, I spotted Tacoma floating in the pool on a slim raft.