Chapter 63

“Just contemplating the meaning of life and death and the afterlife,” I told him. “Mine, specifically.”

“Been there, done that,” he said, floating next to me, cross-legged above my bed. He must have realized he wasn’t sitting on it because he moved down a couple of inches until he was. “If it wasn’t for Brody, I’d probably be tormenting humans to keep from going crazy, now that I’m able to move things.”

“Something I can’t do,” I grumbled.

“Yet. It’ll happen, if you’re around long enough.”

“Do you think we really do go to heaven, or hell?”