Truthfully, the sink tank wasn’t bad duty. We left for home on time and rarely heard from the mother ship. I grew rather fond of Charlene and took to calling her Charbaby, which was politically incorrect on many levels, but made her smile every time.
One day we were playing cards at lunch when Charlene said, “What’s this?” She was rifling through a file I had carried into our lunchroom.
“Nothing. Just some things I’ve been playing around with. I don’t want to get rusty, so sometimes I create campaigns on my own.”
“Mind if I look through them?”
“Knock yourself out.”
She slowly flipped through the file, reading everything. A few times she burst out laughing. “These are terrific,” she said.
“They’re okay,” I replied.
“Okay? Some of these are brilliant. In my career I’ve seen scores of writers come and go, and I know talent. If I ever get back with Mr. Ferrell, I’m going to tell him about you.”
I just smiled at her. “I’m sure you will.”
She was bothered that I had taken what she said so lightly. “I’m not just saying that, J.J. Can I take some of these?”
“Take them all,” I said.
“Okay.” She slid the file under her arm. “You’ll see.”
“I can’t wait,” I said, turning back to my cards. “Now who has the queen?”
“Speaking of queens,” Leonard said. “Did I ever tell you that J.J. is a dreamer? He claims he sees the future in his dreams.”
“I don’t get the segue,” Bryce said.
I looked at Leonard and shook my head. “Leave it alone, Len.”
“It’s true,” Leonard said. “That’s how he came up with the BankOne Bank On It campaign. He dreamt it even before he knew we needed it.”
‘That was yours?” Bryce asked. “That was a great campaign.”
“You can tell the future?” Charlene asked.
“No. I mean, sometimes I dream things and they come true.”
“I believe in dreams,” Charlene said. “When I was ten, my mother had a dream that she was feeding my little brother bread. The next day he swallowed a bottle of cleaning solvent. Instead of making him throw up, she fed him bread. It saved his life.”
“How many of your dreams come true?” Bryce asked.
“Most of them,” I said.
“What kind of dreams do you have?” Charlene asked.
“All kinds. The other night I had a dream about the three of you.”
“Tell us,” Charlene said.
I looked into their eager faces. “Let’s just play cards.”
“You can’t tell us you’ve seen our future then go on playing cards,” Bryce said.
“I didn’t say I had seen your future. I just had a dream about you.”
“Am I going to die?” Bryce asked.
“C’mon, guys,” I said. “Let’s play.”
“I knew it,” Bryce said. “I’m dying.”
“We’re probably all dying,” Leonard said.
“My dream wasn’t about anyone dying,” I said. “Come on, let’s play cards.”
“No, I have to know about your dream,” Charlene said.
All three of them had stopped playing cards and were looking at me.
“C’mon,” Leonard said. “Tell us what it was about.”
“All right,” I finally said. “But I’m not claiming to know the future.”
“Have you ever been wrong?” Bryce asked.
I hesitated. “There are a few dreams that haven’t come true.”
“A few?”
“Two.”
“Out of how many?”
I took a slow, deep breath. “Hundreds.”
“Great,” Leonard said.
“That’s precisely why I don’t want to tell you,” I said.
“If it was something good, he would have already told us,” Leonard said.
“We won’t hold you to it,” Bryce said. “Just tell us. Inquiring minds want to know.”
I looked at them. There was no way they were going to drop it.
“All right. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I know I’m going to die in it,” Bryce said.
I ignored his comment. “My dream took place right here,” I said. “I was sitting at my desk when you all came to me carrying small, robin’s-egg blue boxes.”
“Like Tiffany,” Bryce said.
“Right,” I said.
“I love Tiffany,” Charlene said. “This is a good dream.”
“All three of you asked me to tell you your future,” I said.
“Just like we are now,” Charlene said. “It’s already coming true. Go on.”