‘Tell me who to pray to.’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Is it death?’ he asked. ‘What?’ ‘The dream. Do you think the dream is death?’ ‘I don’t know.’ Brandon looked up at me and smiled. ‘You’ve got to laugh. If it’s death, then it’s okay. If the dream is death, then we’re safe. I hope it’s death. I hope I die. I’m ready to die.’’
