“I don’t remember what my friend Zach and I were talking about on the phone that day, cozied in our prospective homes in the midst of a Flagstaff windstorm—if what he asked me was related to our conversation or simply out of the blue. But the question is now the only part of the conversation I’m able to recall.
‘Are you sick in your dreams?’ he asked.
The question made me pause, in the way that any really good one can. Questions, after all, often air truths far better than any direct statements of fact.”