Every time I died, it was a different experience. I floated with Bubba and Sherry in my arms until I got to a clearing. It looked a little like a clearing in the swamp, only this was more welcoming.
The oldest man I've ever seen was sitting on the other side of a tiny creek that ran through the clearing. He, or maybe it was a she, was smiling and watching me. He wore woven clothes of the brightest colours. Her hair poured down her back in a silver fall.
"Excuse me," I said, "are you a man or a woman?"
"Yes," she said and he grinned toothlessly at me.
I decided that I was going to stop trying to figure what was going on. At least I still had Bubba and Sherry here.
"Where are we?"
"We are here," the elder said, "in the place between."
"Between what?"
"Life and death, desire and nee
