Josh and Jenny were sitting in the school cafeteria. “That teacher yesterday was weird, wasn’t he?” Josh said.
“Oh I don’t know,” Jenny replied. “Sid’s ok.”
“What, are you two on a first name basis now?”
“Josh, he called himself Sid. I’m just using the same name he used.” As she spoke, Jenny was absently fingering the golden key, which she now wore on a string around her neck.
“OK, you don’t need to be touchy about it,” Josh said, trying to change the subject, “I guess you must really like that key.”
Jenny held the golden key up and looked at it for a long while. Then she looked up at Josh. “I had a dream last night,” she said quietly.
“About the key?”
“No,” she shook her head. “about my grandmother Amelia.”