“Dream of rabbits,” she advised her grandmother that night. “I’d rather dream about you,” Oma told her. She agreed to go back to bed if Anne did the same. “Let’s dream about the future,” Anne suggested. “Fine,” her Oma agreed. She felt better just talking to Anne. How lucky she was to have a granddaughter who had hope. “Let’s do that.” “We’ll be in California,” Anne said. “In a big house by the sea.” “Will we?” Oma laughed, delighted.
