Status Updates From A Million Junes

“I hear you,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone. “I can hear all of you, rushing around in there. A million Jacks and Juniors and Junes, a city of them.”

“It’s feeling very small, both incidental and fortuitous, like maybe the star-matted water would look at us and say, I think they’re pretty, and the moon and the cave and the falls would nod: You always did have good taste. How could you not? You’re the center of the universe.”

“Shit,” Saul says. “You’re rapidly turning me into a Five Fingers Truther.”

Loved the between worlds element. A great story of love and loss and finding your way through it all.