Blueprints for my next construction job were spread out on the kitchen table before me, but I couldn’t focus on them. My mind was on a different kitchen table, one I hadn’t seen in decades. “What are you thinking about?” my wife, Arbutis, asked me. She could always tell when my mind was somewhere else.
“I had that same dream again last night,” I said. “Night after night, the same dream.”
“The one about your grandmother?”
“That’s the one.” In the dream, I was sitting at Mamaw’s kitchen table. I recognized it right away. When I was growing up, I spent summers