“Think I have nice legs, honey?"

“Huh?" Eric blinked.

“That's kind of a weird question.”

“You said the other day you think I'm attractive."

“Well yeah, but I mean in general. It's not like I check you out and think, damn!"

"You said worse things that that yesterday."

"What?" His hands stopped moving and he frowned.

"What did I say yesterday?"

"You really don't remember?"

"No and its not like I've been drinking or out of my mind. Maybe you're not remembering something right?"

"You don't remember kissing me?"

"Kissing you? Like for real?" Eric's confusion seemed legitimate.

“Mom, you okay?"

"I am." She put her hands out to him.

“Humor me. What's the last thing you remember last night?"

"I heard you yelling and I came in to see if you were okay. You told me you had a dream about dad and we talked about being creeped out a little by the house." He tapped his chin.

"Oh, and I told you I had a dream too."

"You didn't say what it was."

"No because it was just so out there it wasn't worth it."

"I'd like to know."

"Go fish, mom." Eric grunted.

"You're asking me all these stupid questions and not telling me why so I'm not wasting time talking about a dumb dream."

“Was it about me?" Emma cut off his protest.

“No details, just yes or no."

"No."

Thank God.

"Okay."

Eric sighed.

“Alright, know what? I'll tell you part of it. I dreamt about dad too. That's why I was kind of spooked when you said you did."

“What was it about?"