In the dream, Elaine and her husband, Romeo, were still alive.....actually, they've been gone for years. And Dad was alive, too. I liked seeing him. He was driving his white 1990s Chevy Cavalier--the one he gave us before he died. I was driving ahead of him, leading him out to the highway when we left at night.
Now today, I learned from the mechanic that Dad's car is most likely a goner, that it would cost more to fix at this point than it's worth. I don't like that. He drove me and little Figgy to the Cape often in that car, and it sports a 1997 sticker for Eastham taxpayers/Eastham beaches.
I miss you, Dad. For now, your car is back in our garage, and I can see it from my desk.