I slept till after 10am. Somehow in my dream (was actually for real) I heard water running in the bathroom. I was convinced it was a dream, because I ...knew I was all alone at home. It seems the running water woke me up, but I am not too sure. After about half an hour of lying in bed awake and thinking, I needed to wee. So I got out of bed headed for the toilet, to do my business. I heard increasing fainted sounds of flowing water as I walked towards the bathroom, but I didn’t pay much attention.. ” She smiled and hugged him again. “It wasn’t like that at first, Roger. At first people stared at me as if I had escaped from the zoo.” She laughed again, but her laugh was roughened by a bitter tone. “More than one probably thought I had.” She shrugged. “So what, Roger. So what?”She paused for a moment. “You are inquisitive, Roger, and you have an excellent mind.” Here Sandrine laughed. “Even if you are distracted from time to time.” Roger blushed. “And you have a good sense of humor. These. "Is my sister... is she trying to... are you going to... did you... ?" Yes, she is, yes, we're going to and no, we didn't, not yet." Ed, do you hear the way he's talking to me in riddles? Aren't you going to do something?"Ed looked over his paper. "Did you say something, dear? Did Ben tell you he's going to meet with Beverly?"Jen looked at me, showing concern in her eyes. "You don't have to do that, Benny." I don't mind." Well, I DO!" she said, getting up from the table and leaving the room,. But the confluence conspires to give it a REALITY and a PRESENCE which grounds the experience as being in the same universe as boring, ordinary reality. Ordinary reality like standing next to a telephone pole with rusty staples in it while waiting for the light to change so you can cross the street, looking at an old car in the parking lot and noticing that the windshield is dirty and the wax is faded, or looking at the grease they've spilled on the parking lot in front of the recycling barrel.