““It was wonderful, Pris." "What was, honey? The meeting? The champagne?" "The eclipse," said Ricki. "It was probably the most real thing I've ever seen, but it was also like a dream. You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didn't last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind." "That's how it is with dreams," said Priscilla. "They're the perfect crime.””
