ONCE THE FOOD WAS gathered up and pooled in the center of the bed, we surrounded our stash like children with Halloween candy.
"Ready for Hurricane Ruthie?" I smiled.
"Good name for her," he said. "Should be interesting to see what Conrad thinks. He's a bit unconventional himself."
"Awesome!" I pulled out my phone. "I predict he and Ruthie will hit it off. Based, of course, on the phone call I overheard - you know, in my true dream that night I saw you talking to Conrad."
"True dream. Good name for it." Zander dialed his friend first.
"Hey, Zan my man!" A friendly voice spilled out of Zander's phone. "How are those California vibrations?"
He started singing Good Vibrations. It reminded me of the delicious pulse that Zander and I felt when we touched. Oh my gosh! He must have told hi
