With Wilbur on my lap the whole time, out of his tote, I tried to conjure Jefferson’s spirit. I listened for anything with twelve notes. The train made a continuous chugging grind. A woman whistled at one point, but I recognized the melody as the theme to The Bold and the Beautiful. I had to know if Jefferson was with Calvin. Had he crossed over? Was the message on the chalkboard from him, or was it for him, from the love of his life, who’d been waiting for the two of them to be reunited far too long?
I tried to sleep after the stranger disembarked. Maybe if I rested, I figured, Jefferson could get enough energy from me to appear one last time. I’d already told Rip, after the fifth call, I was going to sleep, so he and Shelby wouldn’t keep calling. Though my phone didn’t ring for the rest
