“We can’t keep doing this,” Jefferson said.
“Is Heaven complicated, or do Earthly ideas just make it seem that way?”
“Goose.”
“I know, Jefferson. I know. I’m not sure I did it. I was just at your wedding. It felt so real, and now, I’m here.”
Jefferson showed me his ring finger. “A simple band, a circle never ending and unbroken.”
“So, that happened? I’m so confused. On some plane, it happened? When? Today? A hundred years ago?”
“Goose, you must make up your mind for good.”
“Yes. Three more minutes. Nine, in all. Can I have that? I owe Patrick a kiss.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “The vision of your wedding, I knew it couldn’t be like that forever, maybe. Patrick…he’s here every time. In Heaven. That feels true. Has he already decided? Was he given a choice? How bad was he hu
