Chapter 55

“I miss our copilot,” Goose said, taking my hand as we walked around a rest stop. “When I first got to Heaven last April, I told Jefferson he could drive this time.”

“Maybe on the way home.” I offered a kiss. “Are we alone, you think, just the four of us?”

“Hmm. I hadn’t considered that,” Goose told me. “Why do you ask?”

“I thought I might have felt…something.”

“I’ll try to tune in.” He rolled his eyes. “Saying stuff like that feels so silly, sometimes, still.”

But when we opened the hatch to settle our precious cargo back into their pet crates, we got a sign that made the words not silly at all.

“Did we move a checkers game when we packed your house?”

Goose was holding the red one we’d both zeroed in on immediately. “I had a set, yeah. If that’s where this came from, whoever gets it from the thrift shop is going to be pissed they’re missing one.”

We found the checker, a yellow flower, a gold button, and a nurse’s pin.