Stella dreamed of Belle Reve. She dreamed of Blanche, and of childhood frolics, exploring the nearby streams in no more than petticoats. She dreamed of the Doctor and the Matron, walking Blanche away down Elysian Fields while Stanley held her. Held her while she cried. Held her back. Kept her from her sister, kept her from her baby.
Life returned to normal. Stanley played poker, came home and drank beer. Stella kept house, raised the baby, and lay beneath her husband uncomplaining.
She dreamed of escape from a cage she couldn't see. Dreamed of seeing Blanche again. Dreamed of freedom.