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in there, watching. I can’t influence her, or communicate to her at all. She never acknowledges me. I’m sure she doesn’t even know I’m there.”
    Anne took notes. Meghan watched her for a moment, then said, “Is it common? Is it a condition with a name?”
    “Not to my knowledge.”
    “Can I ask you something?”
    “Of course.”
    “Can you dream something you’ve never even heard of, then later discover it actually turns out to exist? The story of Judith I told you about, I researched it online—Judith and Holofernes. It’s accepted in the Catholic Bible, but most Protestant ones keep it separate, in the Apocrypha. Considered apocryphal, I suppose, not to be trusted.”
    “Maybe you have heard Judith’s story before,” Anne suggested. “You may have forgotten, at least your conscious mind might have. And it’s popping up in your dreams.”
    “I don’t think so. I’ve never much troubled with the Bible.” She paused. “God—I’m starting to sound like her. That’s exactly what she told her husband.”
    “It isn’t necessary to have read the Bible,” Anne suggested. “Perhaps it reached you from another source. You said you were a designer—ever study art history?”
    “I did, actually. And I still do from time to time, just looking for inspiration, when I’m designing book covers or promo materials.”
    “You’re very lucky. I’d love to do something like that,” Anne said. “I love art, but I have no talent in that direction. So I remain a fan, not a practitioner. I do know that a great many artists have painted Judith and Holofernes. Caravaggio, for one. I saw the actual painting in Rome—I remember thinking the model looked a little too ambivalent in the act to be convincing. If you’re going to chop a man’s head off, then you need to commit to it totally at a certain point, don’t you think?”
    “I’ve never really thought about it,” said Meghan.
    “There’s a better version by Artemisia Gentileschi, another Italian from about the same era, a woman painter, which was rare,” Anne continued. “She tackled it several times, I think to a certain extent as therapy—she was raped by her art teacher. Her Judith is all business, getting down to the job as though she worked in a butcher shop.”
    “I have a ton of art history books at home,” Meghan said. “I’ll look for it.” She thought for a moment. “It’s funny, you saying you’d love to be doing something else. I’d have thought your job would be fascinating, but I suppose it’s hard, listening to all the weird crap that comes out of people’s minds.”
    “Not as hard as it must be to have the weird crap in your mind.”
    “Right,” said Meghan. “We’re here to talk about me, not you.”
    Anne said nothing, and wrote in her notepad.
    “I was hoping you’d say more,” Meghan said.
    “Unlock the mystery for you? I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”
    “What about first impressions? Give me a little.”
    Anne considered for a moment. “This Sylvanne. Since you began to dream of her, and let’s call it a dream for lack of a better term, it would seem she has never been in control of her destiny. She’s been the victim of a siege, laid for unclear reasons by a power unseen, namely this Thomas of Gastoncoe. On that front, progress is being made. You are being taken to meet him, and for better or worse, good or bad, there’s a goal in mind when you get there.”
    “ She’s being taken. And the goal is in her mind, not mine.”
    “In any case, you’re on your way to a resolution. Maybe when she meets Thomas, it will become clear.”
    “I hope so,” said Meghan. “I wish she’d hurry up and get there. Why couldn’t I be in the head of someone modern, they’d just drive over in their car.”
    “Yes, it would be nice if they could just straighten it out with a phone call,” Anne agreed. They shared a smile. “I think that’s enough for today.”
    “Good,” said Meghan. “Sorry if