Then we were flying again, rising above the confusing and troubled Earth, into the simple, perfect, clear blue sky, where everything was peaceful and made sense.
“You know what?” Total said conversationally. Iggy had him in a carrier thing on his back that Mom had found in her attic. It made flying with Total much easier. Okay, basically it was a baby carrier, but for God’s sake don’t tell Total.
“What?” I asked.
“Your mom isn’t so bad.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said dryly, and the others laughed.
And finally, as we fly off into the sunset, so to speak, there’s only one thing for me to add:
Hopefully, we’ll be back.
And if we are, it won’t be pretty.