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Charles?) (Not exactly,) I answered. It was interesting. She was mixing BB’s radiation with mine to fit her percept. (Isn’t it wonderful to know, really know you have everlasting life?) She stretched her arms outward from her side. (Oh, I remember so well how I felt when I died and they brought me here. How I harbored little secret doubts, and I do understand how you feel. Sunday school and the reindoctrination classes will clear those up for you. Don’t worry. It’s just unusual that you arrived here on your own.) I had to ask it for BB’s sake. He was focused very intently on what was taking place. (Then this isn’t heaven? This isn’t where God is?) She laughed lightly. (That’s exactly what I asked when I was a newcomer. Don’t be disappointed. We’re only at the gates of heaven. Our minister, Dr. Fortune, preaches sermons about it every Sunday. I must confess they’re quite different from the ones Reverend Wilson used to preach back when I was living physically, in Lexington.) (Are you going back?) She frowned. (You mean back into a physical life?) I smoothed. (I guess that’s what I mean.) She was thoughtful for a moment. (I don’t know. Dr. Fortune has sermons about it. He says when you leave here, you can go back again or you can go somewhere else.) BB cut in. (You get that, RAM? This, uh, Fortune curl found himself a solid percept!) I turned to BB. (That’s right.) The woman was staring at me. (You mumble your words, don’t you? Yes, I think Dr. Fortune’s perception is right. But he’s a man, not a girl.) I persisted. (Then people do leave here?) She smiled. (Oh yes. We lose several of our congregation every Sunday. Dr. Fortune says it’s all right.) (What happens to them, do you know?) (They get up after services and walk out the front door ahead of everyone else. After that, we don’t see them again. They’re gone when the rest of us leave. It’s a, uh, ritual our church conducts here.) I took it as far as I could. (Do they finally go to heaven?)