Dean, on the opposing hand, was closing his eyes and laying his head back. He remembered vanilla ice cream over warm pecan pie from years ago on Thanksgiving, Mary smiling brightly at one end of the table. He remembered Sammy, giggling as he ran away from Dean with a football held in his hands. The sweet crackling of The Beatles on the record player when his mother smiled and said, as soft as a dancing flame, "just listen, baby. Listen."
********************deceitful vision lol