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I
can
explain
my
dream
easily
enough
,
but
that
doesn
’
t
make
it
any
less
frightening
.
An
order
came
through
from
Danny
,
I
don
’
t
know
how
.
He
was
going
away
by
aircraft
and
he
wanted
certain
things
of
me
,
things
I
had
to
make
myself
.
He
wanted
a
cap
for
Mary
.
It
had
to
be
of
dark
brown
sueded
lambskin
with
the
wool
on
the
inside
.
It
had
to
be
of
skin
like
an
old
pair
of
sheep
-
lined
slippers
I
have
,
had
to
be
like
a
baseball
cap
with
a
long
beak
.
Also
he
wanted
a
wind
gauge
—
not
the
little
whirling
metal
cups
but
handmade
from
the
thin
,
stiff
cardboard
of
government
postcards
,
mounted
on
strips
of
bamboo
.
And
he
called
me
to
meet
him
before
he
took
off
.
I
carried
old
Cap
’
n
’
s
narwhal
stick
with
me
.
It
stands
in
the
elephant
’
s
-
foot
umbrella
stand
in
our
hall
.
When
we
got
the
elephant
’
s
foot
as
a
present
I
looked
at
the
big
ivory
-
colored
toenails
.
I
told
my
children
,
"
The
first
kid
who
puts
nail
polish
on
those
toenails
gets
clobbered
—
understand
?
"
They
obeyed
me
,
so
I
had
to
paint
them
myself
—
bright
red
fingernail
enamel
from
Mary
’
s
harem
table
.
I
went
to
meet
Danny
in
Marullo
’
s
Pontiac
and
the
airport
was
the
New
Baytown
post
office
.
When
I
parked
I
laid
the
twisted
stick
on
the
back
seat
and
two
mean
-
looking
cops
in
a
squad
car
drove
up
and
said
,
"
Not
on
the
seat
.
"
"
Is
it
against
the
law
?
"
"
So
you
want
to
be
a
wise
guy
!
"
"
No
.
I
was
just
asking
.
"
"
Well
,
don
’
t
put
it
on
the
seat
.
"
Danny
was
in
the
back
of
the
post
office
,
sorting
packages
.
He
was
wearing
the
lambskin
cap
and
whirling
the
cardboard
wind
gauge
.
His
face
was
thin
and
his
lips
very
chapped
but
his
hands
were
swollen
like
hot
-
water
bottles
,
as
though
they
had
been
wasp
-
stung
.
