From a tiny acorn grows a mighty oak, so it is with love. Undaunted by rain, snow, thunder and lighting, and even a tornado, Goose and Patrick weathered many storms from first meeting to marriage. By their side through it all, Jefferson and Calvin shared their own love story as Goose and Patrick’s guides through the present and the past and their guardian angels in Heaven and on Earth. Contains the stories: Ghost Writer: Goose is finally allowing himself to feel something again, something like love. He and Jefferson have both been through a lot, war and escaping their abusive exes. There are two problems, though. Jefferson belongs to someone else, and he’s a ghost. While Goose tries to save a tree planted by Jefferson’s lover over a hundred years ago, Jefferson tries to heal Goose’s heart, broken far too long. Snowed In: Goose and Patrick: Four men, two in this realm and two in another, fight all sorts of obstacles, including war, separation, family dysfunction, racial prejudice, homophobia, and their own inner demons to fall in love and explore or recapture their sexuality. Each pair, from this century and one in the past, help the other along the way. Nine Minutes in Heaven: Goose’s lover Patrick ends up on one side of the light, with Jefferson and Calvin. Goose’s family and his dog, Wilbur, are on this side. When Goose is seriously injured and faced with a choice between Heaven and Earth, he finds the decision impossible to make, which could result in him being stuck somewhere in between. Ghosts of Honor: Goose and Patrick have weathered many storms, literally, a massive blizzard and figuratively, death. Will a tornado on their wedding day, a group of ghostly crashers, Goose’s distraction, and Patrick’s lingering emotional pain after the attack be too much to make it through this time?

Weathering the Storms Box Set

Patrick and I took a turn after that, setting up toilet paper stockades and plowing them down. When that became tiresome, we moved on to snow forts. We each had our own, plus a supply of cushiony soft but strong snowballs from a pack we tore open and would add to our tab. Pelting one another, we giggled and screeched, until Wilbur grabbed a roll and ran off.


Down the center aisle all four of us went, past Automotive on one side, Camping Gear on the other. Wilbur continued to push the TP with his nose, somehow managing to unfurl a long, perforated trail to mark his path along the way. With most of it unwound, seventeen aisles worth, he collapsed on the carpet way up by number four, near Lighting and Clocks, using what was left to rest his head.


We joined him there, right down on the floor. It was hard to decide who was having more fun as the four of us worked to catch our breath.


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