Chapter 47

“Of course,” Goose added.

“I think, with your past war experience, you might be able to relate to one another, Goose. My associate feels he needs a lot of help.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Jefferson is there for him, too,” I reminded Goose.

“Micha has decided his family is better off without him,” Mae told us. “So, getting him back to them is going to take some work.”

“I felt that way, too,” Goose said. “But now I know my bro-ham wanted me to be okay. Micha’s would want that, too.” He looked up.

“Jackie?” I’d felt something, a shiver down my spine, maybe even a tap on the shoulder.

“You, too?” Goose asked.

“I think so.”

“You’re sensing someone?” Mae grasped my hand.

“Maybe.”

Goose gazed out across the parking lot, toward the playground, a slide, monkey bars, a set of swings. “I’m seeing two boys on a tire swing.” Then, he suddenly stood. “I want to draw it, Patrick, before I forget.”

“There’s paper inside.” I stood, too.