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Farther and farther. She turned and looked directly at me, pleadingly. Her eyes were dark little caves of sorrow.
I jerked away in fear. Suddenly the little girl, the couple, the seashore were all gone. The woman with white hair stood before me, but not blurry this time. No, her features were clear, and it was Gee Gee, white hair hanging down long and brittle. The skin-crawling sensation of dread returned, all too familiar, and a black cancerous patch of mold spread over her dress, her limbs, her face, until she was no longer recognizable.
I kicked away the covers, opening my eyes to bright morning light. It was Monday morning, and the sun was streaming through my flimsy curtains onto my bed, making me sweaty. The clock read 7:05 a.m., but I felt as though Iâd hardly slept.
I hurried out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot spray rinse the sweat off my body. Drying off afterward, I noticed Gee Geeâs lily-scented powder in a small cylindrical container on the edge of the sink. I pulled off the lid and a small cloud of powder drifted into the air. The flowery fragrance was sweet, almost cloying. That had been the smell of her house. Sweet and strong.
Gee Gee was alone in the kitchen, and I slipped quietly into one of the blocky wooden chairs at the kitchen table.
âGood morning, my dear.â She smiled, moving with slow and measured steps across the kitchen with a plate of hot muffins.
â Bore da ,â I answered, yawning.
Gee Gee set down the muffins and sat down across the table from me, her eyes lingering on my face. âDidnât you sleep well, cariad ?â
Was it that obvious, again? âIt was just a nightmare. A really vivid one,â I said. I couldnât meet her gaze. âThere was a little girl, and you and Great-Grandpa John were there with a baby, by the sea, and ⦠â I realized I didnât want to tell her about the image in the mirror, the spreading darkness. I didnât want her to think I couldnât handle her illness. I didnât want her worrying about me on top of everything. âI guess I still feel weird. I know itâs stupid.â
Gee Gee sighed, her expression pensive. âWell, no. It isnât stupid. Youâre a Davies, through and through, and we Davies women ⦠â She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. âWeâve always been sensitive dreamers, you might say.â
A sudden chill sent goose bumps up and down my arms. âIt could just be stress,â I pointed out. I didnât want to think about it being anything else.
âMaybe,â Gee Gee said. She lowered her voice, speaking almost too quietly to hear. âBut every single Davies woman has been ⦠intuitive, somehow. Our dreams sometimes tell us things that our waking mind wonât. Thatâs true for everyone, you know. Weâre just a little more in tune with it than most people.â
There was a long pause. I took a muffin and turned it around and around in my hands, but suddenly I wasnât hungry.
âItâs a blessing and a curse,â she finally said.
I nodded, but I wasnât sure. I wasnât sure I could believe what she was telling meâabout my dream, about âDavies women.â It seemed too out there. What if the cancer was affecting her mind now? How would I know?
Then I thought of the dream again, the girl, all alone, and shivered. The baby had to be Grandpa William, but was the girl supposed to be me? I wanted to ask what it meant, but I felt paralyzed.
Gee Gee reached across the table and gripped my hand tightly. âYou listen to me, Olwen fach . It will be all right. When you feel afraid, remember ⦠â She trailed off, looking lost for a moment. âRemember this moment. That Iâm here with you, holding your hand. You arenât alone.â
I wasnât sure whether she was talking about my dream now or the whole situation. Cancer. Death. So many