Chapter 28

“Do you think you’d like to finish your drawing?” Jefferson asked.

I looked at it. “Yes, I’d love to, but…”

“But?”

“You never described your face. Truthfully, I have no concept of what you look like now, only an imaginary sort of idea of what you might have looked like when…when you died.”

“Ah. The uniform.”

“Yes.” I picked up my phone, suddenly hit with a question I very much needed an answer to.

“What are you asking it?” Jefferson was on the ball.

“I don’t want to say.” I turned the screen in, close to the vest, had I been wearing one, to hide the question I’d typed. “Hmm.”

“Did it tell you what you wished to know?”

“Sort of.” I’d asked if ghosts wore clothes.

“Maybe I can do better. If the question was about me, or my form, ask me.”

I gazed upward, and then back at Jefferson. “I…I wondered what you had on. I asked Siri if ghosts were naked.”