“I had my first one the day I met Naomi,” Katy said. “My old Daddy hit my Mommy with his fist. He was drunk and mad. So Mommy hid me in the closet. Naomi came to visit me. She told me he wasn’t my REAL Daddy and I shouldn’t be afraid. Then I had a dream.”
Jacob opened his mouth to say something but words didn’t come out. Somewhere between ‘hit with fist’ and ‘drunk and mad’, his mind went blank with anger. Delphie put her hand over his for comfort.
“What did you dream?” Delphie asked.
“I dreamed that I would meet you and Daddy would be my Daddy,” Katy said. “That’s why I asked him in that hospital place.”
“Do your dreams always come true?” Jacob asked.
“Not all of them. Just the ones that happen when I’m awake.”
“What do you mean?” Delphie asked.
“You know, I’m awake then I have a dream.”
Jacob and Delphie nodded their heads.
“My mother used to have them,” Jacob said.
“Naomi,” Katy said. “She’s your Mommy.”
“Yes, that was one on her names,” Jacob said. “You know that she’s d… not real, right?”
“She’s real, Daddy. She’s just not here,” Katy said. “She told me last night that Grand-Delphie would help me. She said you should practice too Daddy.”
“Only your mother can scold from the grave.” Delphie laughed.
“I’m ready,” Katy said. She pushed her bowl away. “But… Daddy will you do it with me? I’m scared I’ll have the bad one again.”
“The bad one?” Jacob was half way to the sink with Katy’s bowl when he turned.
“The one where my old Daddy steals me away.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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