The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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response was; “I can’t help what I think. Are you part of the mind police?”

She was surprised and intrigued at that reply coming from a five year old. She said; “No, I think I’m your kindergarten teacher. Don’t worry about things. I cried my first day of school, too. When I got in, I hated it so much that I stayed there nineteen years.”

Zeke half-heartedly gave her his hand as now he was somewhat intrigued. He took a good look at her. She was a tall woman with a pleasant spectacled white face, big soft blue eyes and long gray hair blowing gently in the breeze. No makeup could be detected and her plain pink dress, adorned in frills only at the buttons, conveyed a feeling of dignity and grace. But, she looked even older than Mom and therefore even less likely to have ever been five years old. And, if she ever was a kid, she was certainly a weird one to stay in school nineteen years. Zeke took another look at her face, now displaying a combination smile with a far-away look in her blue eyes and instinctively he said; “I like you.”

She said; “You’ll make a lot of new friends.”

He replied; “I’ve heard that one already.”