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I shook my head.
“He wakes up in the night and looks into her face while she sleeps and then he pulls the blanket around her. That’s all that happens.”
I told her that I hadn’t seen the film. She smiled and told me that I should.
Later I fell asleep again.
When I woke up again it was in the whole new world of Mississippi in the white of the morning sunshine.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Peter Robertson is a native of Edinburgh, Scotland, and currently lives near Chicago.
