Lucille was confused. Seeing Sheila's current state of shock was a bit confounding. What was the matter? She thought, reviewing the dream that she had just had, correlating it with her words, to see if she had made a mistake in her recantation or had mentioned something wrong. But tried as hard as she may, she couldn't pinpoint anything that should leave her mother this way.

Unless...she thought and looked up at Sheila, her eyebrows furrowed; unless the dream really meant something, and her mother happened to know what it meant. The more she reasoned it this way, the more it made sense. Her mother knew what her dream meant,...