“Why Robert?” I asked. “I understand Thom, but why Robert?” “I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t explain it.” I said nothing. “I fell in love with him,” she said. “I thought I had met…” She trailed off, almost ashamed of what she was going to say next. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she had just received a blow. And then she recovered. “You thought you met who?” I asked. There was barely a pause before she said, “A dream.”
