like something made up. They seem to come from someplace deep inside of him.â
âMy grandmother said she once knew a woman who died of grief two days after her husband,â Sessi said.
âWas she old?â Loren asked.
âThe woman who died?â
âYour grandmother,â Loren said.
âShe is really old.â Sessi wiped at the tip of her nose with her finger. âI know she was seventy-two last year, because we received a card from her family.â
âSeventy-two isnât old,â Loren said. âMr. Moses said heâs about three hundred years old.â
âNobody is that old,â Sessi said.
âDid the woman get weak before she died?â I asked.
âMy grandmother didnât say,â Sessi said. âAnd I donât want to talk about it anymore. You know, itâs bad to talk about the dead.â
âThat sounds like more African stuff.â Loren gave me a look. He seemed uncomfortable. âYou want to come to my house and watch television?â
âDo you have people in Africa who keep dreams?â I asked Sessi. âMr. Moses said that itâs his responsibility toremember all these dreams.â
âHow is it his responsibility?â Sessi asked. âNobody should have to dream if they donât want to. If I had to dream when I didnât want to, I wouldnât want to go to sleep.â
âHe calls them dreams, but when I think about them, the way he tells them, theyâre like a way of seeing into people, a way of knowing what their visions are all about,â I answered.
âI donât want to dream anything bad.â Kimi was getting nervous. âWhen I go to bed, I donât want to dream at all. All I want to do is sleep.â
âSome people believe in magic.â Sessi leaned forward. âIn Africa there are people who say they can see the future in their dreams.â
âIâve never heard of that.â Loren was shaking his head.
âItâs not something you put into the papers, silly,â Sessi said. âEspecially in the United States, because nobody believes anything in this country.â
âWe could take a collection for him,â Kimi said.
âMy father says that people have to make their own way in the world, and you shouldnât help everybody just because they look sad,â Loren said. âHe doesnât like people begging.â
âHe gets mad at them?â Kimi asked.
âHe doesnât go off like Davidâs father,â Loren said.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lorenknew they were wrong. They made me feel terrible. The tears came to my eyes and they were burning, and I wanted to hit Loren for saying what he did. Sessi looked at me and saw how I felt and tried to put her arm around me. I pushed her away and then I got up and started downstairs.
Loren is my best friend and I like him so much, and he knows everything about me and I know everything about him, but sometimes there are things we donât talk about. One of those things is Reuben.
I didnât like Loren talking about Reuben, but by the time I got downstairs, I wasnât upset about it. Just thinking about what Reuben might do, and never knowing at any moment just how he would act, kept me a little nervous. I had some milk and a banana and then checked my e-mail and found a message from Loren. It said, âIâm sorry.â There was a sad-face symbol next to it.
Mom had folded my pajamas and put them on the end of the bed. I put them on and lay across the bed. I was thinking about what Sessi had said, that no one should have to dream if they didnât want to, including Mr. Moses.
The dreams were important to Mr. Moses, but they were things he had seen and done, or at least things that he knew about. They were his dreams. He said he was tired of having them, that he had been a dream bearer for hundreds of years and wanted to pass them on. But
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