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Lydia could hardly believe what she was reading, what her fingers were typing. Like dictation. Could she blame it on a dream? Can one write down one’s dream as it is happening? Lydia stared at the screen, then printed it out before it somehow got lost. She stood up and stretched, went to the windows and pulled the curtains. Not that anyone was watching. Still. Sid woke up and yawned, then meowed as if asking her what was up. “Well, Sid, we have another secret here. Don’t you dare tell anyone my mother just wrote me a letter.” She laughed. She didn’t even know how she would explain this to the Ranch. Maybe she just wouldn’t, not until some moment that appeared safe. Truth must sometimes be hidden. And wasn’t that a problem in interpersonal relations! One she would have to figure out how to handle. But not right now. Sid stretched as if bored, or totally understanding.
Lydia sat down again, left the manuscript and returned to the email from the Ranch. “Write more frequently, please. Tell us more specifically what you are doing. Send us some of your outline notes as soon as you can. Warm weather has come and people are out in the gardens, digging, planting, transplanting, etc. Let us know how long you intend to stay in New Hope. You are needed here.”
OK. Lydia rubbed her eyes, strained from intense looking and concentration. She wondered where Margie was, then remembered she and Peter had gone out somewhere. The open house had been exhilarating, but exhausting. Peter had asked them both out for supper at a new restaurant he knew about, but she had turned them down. She needed time alone. Ah, yes. Now she needed time to consider what she had just learned.
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