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Show •83 thought about it for a while; a big truck rumbled by on the street above and I felt the deck tremble under our feet. My life, I thought, was about as shaky as this artifact of tarred timbers, cedar planks and iron bolts loosened and rusted by time and rainy weather. "Did you ever have a dream that hung over you all day long?" I asked Jacob. "I don't dream," he said. "Everybody dreams." "I know that. But I never remember mine." "This one was about my first wife and some dogs," I said. "Did you know I was married for a while?" "I never met her, did I?" Jacob said. "Was that Fancy?" "No. Another woman. It turned out to be a big mistake but of course I didn't know it at the time. It was just after I left Los Angeles and I was young and confused." "Do you Buck, take Mary-Ellen to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I did. Maybelle Carter, in whose living-room the wedding was held, gave me a significant threatening look; I ignored her and bent to kiss my new wife. A gust of desert-baked air came through the window after making the palm-trees outside clatter suddenly; i t rustled the minister's black robes and. |