"I'm doing some developing, too."
"In heaven? That sounds like the lead in to some silly pastor's joke."
"I did have to get them to make some changes."
"Like?"
"They didn't have dirt up here. Ya gotta have dirt. And tea. Blackberry tea. You want some? I do,” he flies the plane right at this cloud, which is the color of tea.
"Dad, do you know where you're going?"
"Not until we get there."
Next thing we know we are at a cafe, sitting at a table with Monica and the girls. We're all drinking tea, like Thomas likes it, but everybody's tastes different.
"It's cocoa,” I say.
"No, it's mint,” says Erin.
"Vanilla,” Kasey counters.
"Espresso,” Monica and Brian say at the same time.
They look at Thomas puzzled.
"It's because you are both dominant,” he said.
Brian takes my hand. I move closer to him. The cafe is floating, on the cloud. We sing a song that Brian makes up on the spot. We all know the words though we have never heard it.
For the life of me I couldn't remember a single one after I woke up.