The last item in the bag was a small, ornately carved wooden box. “This is beautiful,” she said, admiring it as she turned it around in her hands. “I wonder where it came from.”
“It looks hand carved,” Ellen said. “I wonder if – Jessica, are you all right?”
The blood drained from Jessica’s face as she opened the box. Wordlessly, she handed the box to Ellen. There, nestled in a velvet lining, was the milky white disk from her nightmare.
“Is this what I think it is?” Ellen asked.
Jessica nodded.
“My God, Jessica. Do you realize what this means?”
Jessica stared at her mutely.
“That dream of yours, it must have something to do with your mother. Maybe even something that happened when you were a baby.”
“I don’t know, El . . .”
“I know you won’t see a shrink, but Mom knows this woman who interprets dreams. I’ve been meaning to mention it to you. You really should go see her.”
“I – I’ll think about it.”
Ellen glanced at her watch. “Damn! I promised I’d see the folks for lunch. Are you okay? You want to come with me? They’d love to see you too.”
Jessica shook her head. “Another time maybe. I’ve got too much to think about.”
Ellen rummaged around in her purse and pulled out a slip of paper. “Here’s that woman’s number, just in case.”
Jessica nodded. Ellen hesitated, then shook her head and left.
Jessica sat the wooden box on the coffee table and picked up the diary. Maybe the answers to her questions would be found within its pages.
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