“Run!” she cried. “Run!” Gunshots.  She woke up in a cold sweat, shivering.  “Hey honey.”  “Hey dad.” “You look tired.” “Yeah. I had a nightmare again.” “The same one?” “Yeah.” She trembled involuntarily. “Where’s mom?” “Still sleeping. So is your brother.” She looked out the window. The sky was a lovely mauve, the lavender of … More This color of skin