Page 52 of The Valiant Knight
Graham was curious.
“What was the dream about?” he asked. “If you don’t mind telling me. Was it about finally finding a lady and not being a hermit?”
He laughed.
Oh, there was a lady in it, all right.
A pretty one.
“You’re going to think I’m insane,” he admitted. “But I’m not.”
That would be for him to decide.
Oh, and besides, weren’t they all a little cuckoo anyway?
“Tell me,” he said, putting Bark on the floor so he could stretch out his legs.
Finn told him, and the whole time, he didn’t think it was crazy.
The brain did interesting things when a person went to sleep.
That was for sure.
Finn kept talking.
“Since when do I start dreaming about a wife when she’s in danger? I’m not even dating anyone. I haven’t had a woman’s company in three years. Not since Rosie took off and left.”
Graham considered it.
“Maybe it’s sexual frustration,” he offered.
Well, that could be.
It was time to ask questions, and Graham had a few for his friend.
“Have you seen her before?” he asked.
He laughed.
“No. She’s not anyone I have met. I’d remember. She was absolutely gorgeous, and American. Shouldn’t my dreams have the ladies speaking with an accent like my own?”
He wasn’t sure.
He didn’t dream about the ladies. He did dream about a specific American Marine all of the time.
His dreams haunted him.
D’Artangnan haunted him.
Well, color him intrigued. Now, Graham was curious.
“What did she look like?”
Finn described her because she plagued his dreams. His dreams, when he was awake…
She was running through his mind, and he couldn’t stop fixating on her.
Not.
