"Maybe Steve will let you meet Son of Sam."
"Right! There is no way Steve would share him with us."
Our friend Steve had struck up a friendship with Son of Sam. He was being held close to Steve's job in downtown Atlanta and the two had taken to eating lunch together several times a week.
In my mind's eye, I seemed to remember seeing Steve and Son of Sam lunching at an outdoor eatery. Steve was speaking intently about something and Son of Sam looked exactly as he had upon capture, crazy eyes and all, while listening to Steve at the outdoor table.
I watched Oliver walk across the lunch room. He saw me watching him and carefully pressed his curly hair closer to his head, then entered the lunch line.
"Teachers! I want you to pick one student from your class that really knows how to shake it," the performer of the assembly announced, "and really knows how to follow directions."
My eyes gazed on Mo, the boy who had been caught twerking in class and had taken my giant cart full of dictionaries on a tour of the school, including an elevator ride and a trip down the stairs, when simply asked to carry a box of dictionaries from the cart to the classroom. The class started screaming when I picked him.
"You picked the opposite!" a girl howled.
"I know" I said, feeling wicked. Mo did look hilarious when he danced around and I was dying to see what would happen with him on the stage.
I woke up.
"Alec," I said, giggling. Though it was the middle of the night I knew he was awake.
"I had a dream that Steve was friends with David Berkowitz. I don't know why but we never used his name in the dream, just called him Son of Sam. I remember when I was waking up wondering how Son of Sam was able to just check in and out of jail to go out to lunch with Steve. It was never established how the met either....."
I heard Alec laughing into his pillow. Lola rolled over and huffed.
Mo was easily the funniest kid up there, insane facial expressions and hilarious dance moves. When asked to imitate his teacher playing soccer, I became nervous.
Mo smoothed his short hair down as if it was the length of mine, gave a few head flips and dramatically kicked an imaginary soccer ball, all while shaking around like a model on a runway.
It was a great way to start a Monday.
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