Jason looks bored as he lounges in his seat at the back of Angel Jigjag’s reincarnation class. Cora doesn’t look much more enthusiastic in her neighboring desk. The big angel’s voice drones on about whatever. Jason is tuned out.
“And what is your opinion on the subject, Mr. Wallet?”
Startled, lost in thoughts of Bessie, he sits up straight, looking around without a clue. Quickly, he reads the words on the blackboard written in the teacher’s large, loopy script: “Your new career path. Will you Walk? Run? Ride? Or Fly?”
He reads the words again and tries, smiling hopefully, “An athlete?”
“An athlete,” Angel Jigjag repeats in his Caribbean accent. “An excellent career choice. A finely tuned physical body often results in a finely tuned mind.” He stops his stroll across the front of the ro
