“I love the four seasons. I can’t imagine enjoying my afterlife half as much without them.”
I sang a few bars of “Walk Like a Man.”
“What song is that?”
“One by a group called the Four Seasons, from the sixties and seventies. We can listen to them.” I reached into my pocket. My phone was actually there. “Now, I know we’re in my world, unless Heaven allows iPhones.” I pulled up the song I’d mentioned.
“May I?”
“Sure.”
Jefferson took the phone from me. “Remind me. This is a…”
“An iPhone.”
“Ah, yes. The letter I, not the kind through which we see.”
“Exactly.” I gasped again. So much for my New Year’s resolution to cut back to two a day. “Did you come here so you can exchange vows at your tree all big and grown up? Patrick and I would love to be there. I can get ordained online in, li
