“I think they’re doing that,” Goose said. “I think they can. Micha’s voice…it reminded me of you.”
“All him. I had nothing to do with that.”
“We watched,” I told Jefferson. “When Micha sang during our nuptials, we thought Daniel might reemerge then, that you might, at the ceremony.”
“We wanted to be there. I can speak for myself only for certain, but I am nearly as sure Daniel had wished to be. We stayed to see you wed.”
“You had a choice?” Goose asked. “You could have gone back?”
“There was a time we could have, Goose.”
“Hmm. I didn’t know that. Like, how? Click your ruby heels three times and say ‘There’s no place like Heaven. There’s no place like Heaven?’”
Jefferson appeared stymied. “I do not understand ruby heels.”
Goose pointed. “Shoes.”
“Ah. I’m wearing cowboy boots.”
“So
