Chapter 38

“An electrical storm?” I wondered aloud.

“‘Tis the season. On the other hand…I wonder if I can see them all clearly enough to do that, if I try really hard. Jefferson helped me draw him.”

“I remember.”

“He helped me draw him and see a part of me in the process. I kind of have a vague recollection of Jack and Jose, from when I met them. That mystery’s a toughie. We have nothing to go on there, except a yellow flower and a barista writing the wrong name on cups, something that happens every single day, I’d bet. If only we could get to Micha somehow, to talk to him about his brother, his brother and the kid from the bridge. Somehow, that boy has to figure into the equation, too. Maybe my hand will draw one of them.”

I rose and stretched as well. Goose watched, and then licked his lips. “I think I need some of your sketches on my walls out there…and in here. That way, I could feel like you’re with me all day. We’ll hang one in view of each mirror, so when I look up, there you’ll be.”