A Dream of the Three of Us

Last night, er, this morning I had a dream. Sophie and Alice were there, and Sophie was trying to make nice with me, like adjusting my collar, making sure I looked nice. But I wouldn't look at her because I was p`ssed at her for whatever reason, and she just said, "Oh, Haig," really lovingly, really acceptingly, patiently, while Alice looked on. I didn't look at her, though. I kept to myself.