the feeling of pure freedom and gyroscopic lift, his body’s energy flowing through this marvelous mechanism that joined him to the wind. Wolgast was on a bicycle, riding down a dusty country lane, and Amy was beside him, perched on a bicycle of her own. This fact surprised him neither more nor less than anything else about the scene, it all simply was, just as Amy was both a little girl and a grown woman, and for a time they rode together without speaking, though the idea of time itself felt strange. What was time? How long had they been riding like this? Some period of hours, perhaps, or even days, and yet the light was always the same—a permanent penumbral twilight that enriched the colors of everything around him with a golden glow: the fields and trees, the dust that rose under his wheels, the small white shapes of houses in the distance. Everything felt very close; everything was far away.
“Where are we going?” Wolgast asked.
Amy smiled. “Oh, it’s not much farther.”
“What … is this place?”
She said nothing more. On they rode. Wolgast’s heart was full of warm contentment, as if he were a boy again: a boy riding his bicycle at sunset, waiting for the call that would summon him home.
“Are you tired?” Amy asked.
“Not at all. It feels wonderful.”
“Why don’t we stop at the crest of the next hill?”
They coasted to a halt. A grassy valley opened below them. In the distance, nestled by trees, was a house: small, white, like the others, with a porch and black shutters. Amy and Wolgast lowered their bicycles to the ground and stood together quietly. There was no wind at all.
“It’s quite a view,” Wolgast said. Then: “I think I know where I am.”
Amy nodded.
“It’s strange.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t really remember how it happened, but I suppose that’s for the best. Is it always like this?”
“I’m not sure. I think sometimes it is.”
“I remember thinking I had to be brave.”
“You were. The bravest man I ever saw.”
He mulled this over. “Well, that’s good. I’m glad to hear it. In the end, I guess that’s all a person can ask.” He sent his gaze over the valley again. “That house. I’m supposed to go there, aren’t I?”
“I believe that you are.”
He turned to look at her. A second passed; then he broke into a smile of discovery.
“Wait a minute. You’re in love. I can see it in your face.”
“I think I am, yes.”
Wolgast shook his head with wonder. “I’ll be damned. How about that. My little Amy, all grown up, in love. And does he love you back, this person?”
“I think he does,” she said. “I hope he does.”
“Well, he’d be a fool not to. You can tell him I said so.”
For a moment neither spoke. Amy waited.
“So,” he began again. His voice was thick with emotion. “I suppose that means my work here is done. I guess I always knew this day would come. I’m going to miss you, Amy.”
“I’ll miss you, too.”
“That was always the hardest part, missing you. I think that’s why I could never bring myself to leave. I always thought, What will Amy do without me? Funny how in the end it was the other way around. I suppose all parents feel that way. But it’s different when it’s you.” The words caught in his throat. “Let’s do this quickly, okay?”
She put her arms around him. She was crying too, but not with sadness. Though perhaps a little bit of sadness. “It will be all right, I promise.”
“How do you know?”
At the far end of the valley, at the edge of the fields, the door to the house had opened.
“Because that’s what heaven is,” said Amy. “It’s opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.” She hugged him tightly to her. “It’s time for you to go home, Daddy. I’ve kept you as long as I could, but you have to go now. They’re waiting for you.”
“Who’s waiting, Amy?”
On the porch a woman had appeared, holding a baby in her arms. Amy backed away and touched his tearstained cheek.
She said, “Go see.”
71
She awoke to the cold and a vision of stars. Stars by the hundreds, the thousands, the millions. Stars in their slow turning, pinwheeling over her face, and some of them were falling. Alicia watched them fall, counting off the seconds. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.