EDWARDWOKEup.Piawasalreadyawake.

    "Whatdidyoudream?"

    "Youweremybrother,"Piasaid."Weweremak?ingafilm.Youwerethehero.Itwasaefilm.Youhadacapeandasword.Youwerejump?ingabout,jumpingontables.Butinthesedhalfofthefilmyouhadlostallyht.Youwerethin.Thefilmwasruihepartsdidntmatch."

    "Iwasyourbrother?"

    Scarlattifromtheradio.ItwasSunday.Petesatatthebreakfasttable.PetewasadoctoronanAmeriuclearsubmarine,apsychiatrist.Hehadjusteoffpatrol,fifty-eightdaysuhewater.PiagavePetescrambledeggswithmush?rooms,wienerbrod,salamiwithredwi,ba.PeteinterpretedPiasdream.

    "Edwardwasyourbrother?"

    "Yes."

    "AndyourrealbroingtoItaly,yousaid."

    "Yes."

    "Itmaybesomethingassimpleasadesiretotravel."

    Ediaaewentforaboatride,atourofthehagenharbor.Theboatheldonehundredaourists.Theysat,fourtour?istsabreast,ohersideoftheaisle.AguidespokeintoamicrophoneinDanish,French,Ger?man,andEnglish,telliouristswhatwasintheharbor.

    "Iinterpretedthatdreamverysketchily,"PetesaidtoEdward.

    "Yes."

    "Icouldhavedomorewithit."

    "Dont."

    "ThisistheDanishsubmari,"theguidesaidintothemicrophone.Ediaaeregardedthefourblacksubmariherehadbeenaflickeverynightoessubmariediscussedthefifty-eightflickshehadseeesatonEdwardscouchdiscussing"TheSoundofMusic."Edwardmadedrinks.RosesLimeJuicefellintotheGimletglasses.The