The following Friday, Harriet stopped by at
Mac’s apartment. Mac had called her earlier that day and asked if she could
stop by when she had the chance. Mac offered Harriet a drink and a seat and
when her guest was comfortable she began.
"You know what was so strange, Harriet?
Remember how I said that it was all just a dream?" asked Mac.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well later that night I dreamed he was
a Civil War soldier. He held me in his arms and said to me, ‘I am real, Sarah,
I’m not a dream. Don’t give up on me. Wait for me, Sarah. Wait for me.’ Then he
kissed me. It was an absolutely amazing kiss."
"So have you ever kissed anyone like
that before?"
Mac tried to think of any man that she had
kissed who had created that kind of feeling in her and she came up with
nothing. "No. Never."
"So anything else interesting about the
dreams?" Harriet probed gently.
"Well, he always calls me Sarah. And he
is usually rescuing me from something. I really don’t understand that. I don’t
need to be rescued." Mac huffed.
They sat there for a few moments before
Harriet suggested, "Mac doesn’t need rescuing, but maybe Sarah does."
"What do you mean?" asked a
confused Mac.
"Well ‘Mac’ is a very independent and
confident woman but I think that ‘Sarah’ is more unsure of herself. Maybe he
was rescuing her from a mistake."
"So you think Mic was a mistake?"
"I didn’t say that. I do think he loves
you but I just don’t know if you were meant to be together." Mac sighed
sadly. Harriet could tell that Mac didn’t mind telling her about what happened
in the dreams, she just seemed to mind what it all might mean. Harriet decided
to once again change the subject, "So tell me more about these
dreams."
"Well, he was the Civil War soldier, a
Victorian gentleman, the Lone Ranger, and a Mounted Police Officer. Of course,
last night he was a Scotsman," Mac smiled.
"So what does a Scotsman wear
under his kilt?" Harriet couldn’t resist, a naughty grin spreading across
her face.
Mac glared, trying hard to be gruff.
"Now, Harriet, I told you before that they weren’t those kind of
dreams."
"No, you said they weren’t those kind of
dreams, yet. It’s been almost a week, I was just wondering if they were
those kind of dreams now."
Mac had to smile at Harriet’s tone then she
answered, "No, not yet. But if they keep up they will be soon." She
smiled again at the look of curiosity on Harriet’s face. "Well, it has
been rather obvious what his reaction to me is from the past several dreams. He
practically pulls me on his lap while we are on the horse. And well, need I say
more?"
"Yes!" They both burst into
laughter.
Before either woman could speak again the
phone rang and Mac picked up the receiver.
"Hello. Oh, hi, Bud. Sure just a
sec." She handed the phone over to Harriet.
"Hi, Bud. How high? Okay. I’ll be home
shortly. Love you." She hung up the phone, "Little AJ has a bit of a
fever so I have to run. Keep me updated on the dreams, okay?"
"Okay. Give AJ a hug and kiss for
me." Harriet nodded as she walked out the door. "Oh and Harriet?
Thank you. I really do appreciate talking to someone about this."
"Anytime, Mac. See you later."
Mac shut the door behind Harriet and sighed.
Part of her wished that these dreams would end and the other part longed to
find out who the man was. She just didn’t know which part would win.
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