“I want to tell you about a dream I had last night."
In mock protest, Buck objected, “But you’re the therapist—aren’t I supposed to tell YOU about MY dreams?
Jackie smiled as she yielded, “OK, you go first.”
“Hell, I can’t remember any of my dreams…maybe I don’t have any?” Buck confessed.
“I’ll bet you dream all the time, you just don’t remember your dreams. I could help you with that Buck, if you’d like.”
Just then, Buck half-consciously noticed that on both Jackie’s left and right wrists, mixed in with her delicate, dangling silver bracelets, which jangled like wind chimes in a breeze, Jackie wore a tiny, silver wristwatch, as if she needed to multiply by two, the time she spent with Buck.
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