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fedora and offered me his arm. I entwined mine and we began walking, back toward Washington. Wait a minute. I stopped. I was stumble-galloping.
    “ How’d you lose a heel?” he asked me.
    “ Don’t know.” I turned around and saw the heel sticking out of the grate in the sidewalk. “I guess it broke off.”
    “ Well, we’ll not get far like this.”
    Before I could process the situation, he hoisted me off the ground and over his shoulder. My hair flopped down. All I could see was his backside and the cobblestone sidewalk.
    “ Hey, what’s with the caveman carry?” I asked. The blood rushing to my head felt kind of nice. I got a little high.
    My mate laughed in a low deep voice. “Fireman’s carry, love.”
    “ Oh.” I burped. And blushed. What am I doing embarrassing myself in my own darned dream? Leave it to me.
    “ What’d you say?”
    “ I didn’t say anything, I just belched.”
    “ Oh.” He started patting my rear end.
    “ Hey!”
    “ Sorry, I thought you needed to be burped.” He laughed.
    So did I. This apparition was a fun boy . The blood rushed out of my arms. I was hanging on to the hem of his overcoat. Felt itchy, like wool. I flailed my right arm up and swatted his fedora off.
    “ Hey, what did you go and do that for?” He stopped and set me down.
    I brushed the hair from my face. “You’re a blond.” I smiled.
    “ And so are you.”
    “ I like your flat-top haircut.”
    “ I like your curly-top haircut.”
    “ Well, then it’s settled. We are blond soul mates through history. Come on. Let’s go and find my mother.”
    The wind picked up. And dream boy picked me back up. This guy was strong. Couldn’t wait to see his muscles. Nah, with my luck, I’d wake up before I could even get a kiss in the dark.
    My mate walked. He set me down again. I fixed up my hair and squinted around. Washington loomed dark under a heavy cloud cover.
    He said, “This is it. The United States Bureau of Engraving and Printing.”
    “ Sounds boring. What do they do in there? Print up invitations to Internal Revenue Service parties or something?”
    “ Nah, nothing that exciting. They just print new United States currency in there.”
    “ Currency? You mean dollars ?”
    He nodded affirmatively.
    “ Sweet. Well, thanks, let’s go in and get my mother.”
    “ It’s oh–one hundred hours. She doesn’t work in the middle of the night.”
    I noticed a light approaching from the center of the street. It grew brighter. I listened to the squeal of the brakes. My apparition boy had unbuttoned his overcoat. He fumbled in his left front trouser pocket.
    “ Need any help?” I grinned.
    He raised his eyebrows. “Some other time, love. I’m just fishing for these.” He produced two round wooden objects. “Streetcar tokens.”
    “ But they paved over the tracks decades ago…”
    “ What?” he asked.
    Why would a streetcar be running after midnight? Better not scare this hunk away with boring questions. “Oh nothing.”
    He helped me up the steps. I plopped down on the hard wooden bench right behind the driver. My mate settled next to me and slipped his arm around my shoulders. He smelled so good. Very manly, like he’d just showered with a strong refreshing deodorant soap. I leaned my head on his shoulder and cuddled right up. I was so tired.
    ~*~
    Great. Now I heard the “Donna” song, my nickname song, resonating through the trolley car. I covered my ears. I didn’t want this extraordinarily dreamy man to hear it. If he would call me anything, then not “Oh-Donna”. A loud wooden thump woke me. I reluctantly opened my eyes. Darn it, I saw the lone light bulb with the brown shoestring pull. My dream was over. I let out a big disappointed sigh. Didn’t get to kiss him. I was back in the real world and my reality sucked. I heard voices out in the rec room. It sounded like Spanish. Spanish…and…Tammy. Just great. I sat up. “Owww!” My pain rushed back with fury.
    The closet door flew