Exerpt from Sea Glass

"What do you dream about, Quillen McDermott?"
The question is so unexpected and so direct that for a moment McDermott cannot answer.
"No fair thinking about it," she says. "You have to answer right away."
"Whose rules are these?" he asks, stalling for time.
"My rules, of course." She smiles, crinkling the few wrinkles at the sides of her eyes.
"Don't remember my dreams," he says.
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"I think you're a deep one."

-Sea Glass, by Anita Shreve