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to perfect, sometimes D.J. got scared. |
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Funny thing was, whenever she became frightened she might lose everything she'd once disparaged but now needed with a desperation that terrified her, she'd hear her mother's laughter, and her father's, too. D.J.'s parents lived together now, up there, and they watched over her, and Christian and the children. D.J. was sure of it. |
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With a sigh, D.J. slid behind the wheel. She honked her horn. Four hands waved from the field. Four voices shouted, "Love you. Bye-bye." |
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Her heart warmed as it did every day when they said the very same thing. And as she did every day, D.J. looked up at the setting sun and whispered, "I love you. Bye-bye." |
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Ed and Josie reclined in the thin air above D.J.'s car, bare feet swaying back and forth, back and forth. The two lovers smiled at each other, then at their daughter. |
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"I miss her," Josie said. |
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"Me, too. It's nice of Raphael to allow us these visits." |
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"Yes, it is. Especially after I disobeyed him and came back to earth to help D.J. and Christian." |
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"Raphael said Christian would have been wounded, not killed. Your interference wasn't necessary." |
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"You did know you weren't supposed to tell her you were her mother." |
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Josie looked down her nose at him. "I told her |
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