Chapter 32

I didn't answer, because I was in the middle of a dream. In it there was a hillside overgrown with grapevines, sunlight scattering bright across the leaves, and at the far end of the slope stood a girl in a white dress. Her face was blurred, but she was waving to me. I didn't know who she was—maybe a daughter yet to come, maybe the child I once was. All I knew was that she was smiling, and that smile was brighter than every light in San Francisco put together.