That morning, Bessie shares with Ash her weird dream as they get ready for their day. They’re alone and late as usual.
“That’s the same goofy song we learned at camp,” Ash reminds her, leaning in closer to the mirror in order to line her eyes with smoky lilac. “We were singing that here in Heaven on our way to the airport that one time. Funny how a song you learned in childhood can stick in your head, but we don’t know how we died. I don’t get it.” She glances around to look at her friend. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Bessie mutters, rubbing her eyes wearily. “Guess so.” After attaching the 4-leaf clover brooch to her T-shirt, she flops on her back on her unmade bed, staring at the ceiling. Her fingers pick at her scar. “At least I get to go to the Telescope again today. With Mel, for my astronom
