“Someone we know died.”
“Aww. Who? Who died?”
“Me.” The angels had returned, Jefferson, Daniel, and the one who wanted to visit Russel and Finn.
“Lou,” Finn said. “The guy who owned the tow yard where Joshua and Lenny were. It happened a while ago.”
“The kid named the school bus he turned into a home Joshua,” Lou told Daniel and Jefferson.
“I remember him. Nice guy.”
“Always a pleasant thing to hear,” Lou said of Russel’s words.
“That’s sad. How do you know?”
“A letter from a lawyer in New York.” Finn handed it over. “It says Lou was living there when he passed away.”
“Wow. We would have done something.”
Russel gave the best hugs, Finn thought, warm, tight, often with a gentle hum right in the crook of his neck.
“Flowers…a card to the next of kin.”
“Yeah,” Finn said. “I guess t
