Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

chargers—and slid it behind the passenger seat in my van where Derek would never think to look.

When I got to the apartment that evening, Derek was surrounded by shopping bags from Whole Foods and a party supply store, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Can you help me hang these?” he asked, holding up strings of Edison bulb lights that probably continue reading …