EDWARD WOKE up. Pia was already awake.

"What did you dream?"

"You were my brother," Pia said. "We were mak?ing a film. You were the hero. It was a costume film. You had a cape and a sword. You were jump?ing about, jumping on tables. But in the second half of the film you had lost all your weight. You were thin. The film was ruined. The parts didnt match."

"I was your brother?"

Scarlatti from the radio. It was Sunday. Pete sat at the breakfast table. Pete was a doctor on an American nuclear submarine, a psychiatrist. He had just come off patrol, fifty-eight days under the water. Pia gave Pete scrambled eggs with mush?rooms, wienerbrod, salami with red wine in it, bacon. Pete interpreted Pias dream.

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