Dream Work

THE YOUNG WOMAN GOES into her husband's closet to check on her flowers and finds that the flower box is completely covered by a pile of her husband's shirts, the good shirts, the ones in pretty colors that need to go to the dry cleaner because he likes the way the dry cleaner folds them and puts them in plastic bags, which make them easy to pack when he goes away. [...]he went on to describe, in a much more excited tone of voice, the next part of the dream in which he had gotten into my car, which it turned out was in reverse, and when he pressed down on the pedal he went speeding backwards. [...]I hear from them again.