The endless white fields have turned to green. Flower blossoms cover the fruit trees that dot the yard.
As the rays of the sun peek over the edge of forever, Missy sees luminous light coming from inside these living flowers—unlike with the cut flowers way back in her hospital room or the ones she sees in the grocery store. The sun rises a little higher, illuminating the cobwebs in the tall grasses and causing the drips of dew to sparkle like jewels.
She absentmindedly pushes herself back and forth in the porch swing, mesmerized by the scene. A meadowlark sings.
Matt joins her on the porch.
“It’s not so bad here,” she smiles.
“Just have to wait until spring.”
“Yep. But I like winter, too. Just give me a season—I like ’em all.”
She moves from the swing to perch on the railing. “I saw the flowers in the neighbor’s yard. I might want to get something like that going.”
“Missy, you think you’ll be able to go back to work anytime soon? I mean, if yer fully up and running now, can you find some work to do? The insurance money is about to run out.”
“What would I do?”
“Anything. Most people around here—meaning on Earth—have to do something fer a living. You could go back to the feed barn, especially now that Charlie’s gone. The old Missy never liked it there.”
“Now you know why.”
“Why in creation would she have worked there, considering all he did to her?”
Missy had been thinking about that a great deal. “I think she stole from him, to try to make up for what he stole from her, and otherwise made his life miserable there,” she says.
“Yep, sounds like something Missy’d do.”
“Of course it didn’t work…in fact it had the opposite effect, as actions like that tend to do.”
Matt contemplates her words for a couple of minutes. “Well,” he finally says, “you gotta do somethin’. I mean, it’d be one thing if yer raising a family.”
“Maybe I can do that.”
He does a double take. “Missy never could.”
“I’m not Missy. Well, not entirely, anyway.”
“What’re you sayin’?”
She doesn’t answer, just smiles.
“Are you sayin’—” his voice breaks off.
“Yes, I’m saying that,” she says.
Matt looks out at the fields. “I don’t know what to say. I mean, what kind of being will it be?”
“It’ll be human. I’m in a human body. You’re human. Together that makes a human baby.”
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