“They got a lot more of the song,” Rip said.
We listened to it, the four of us, on Rip’s phone, all the way through twice, and then got back to searching.
“We’re going to make sure Micha is okay,” Rip vowed, “whether he’s related to Jefferson’s friend from two hundred years ago or not. Step one? We contact Mae. You said she’s a go-getter.”
“Seems like,” Goose said.
“And you mentioned she’s involved in veteran’s affairs, as well as working for the LGBTQ community.”
“Yeah. Good thinking.”
“She might know of outreach programs. She travels.”
“Yes!” Goose was excited. “She’s been to Colorado and every other state.”