Beside him is the silhouette of a dog about the same size as Goddess who is pulling me closer to them in excitement, tail wagging and happy.
"Samuel" I yell, letting Goddess' leash go so she won't drag me along.
"Micheal," the dark figure calls with a subdued and laid back voice sprinkled with laughter.
He and Pup Pup make their way to us and we hugged.
"Did you get my texts?" he asks.
"Of course not," I reply. "Cause you never sent me any."
He laughs in agreement.
"What's going on?" I ask and he tells me.
"That's the same stuff that was going on last time I asked you."
"I know," he smils, "but it's different this time."
"Long as you feel good about it," I laugh.
"I'm turning over lots of Bar Church to Stephen and Joe," he said.
"Uh-huh," I say not believing him for a minute.
"Seriously," he smiles.
"Whatev's!"
"You look good," he says changing the subject and rubbing my belly.
"Now you're just full of shit," I say grabbing Goddess' leash.
"When you going to come play?" he asks.
I shrug. "Whenever God tells you to tell me."
God talks to Sam more than most people.
He and Pup Pup climb in their golf cart while Goddess and I head in the other direction.
"I'll come by soon," he laughs as he drives into the sunset.
"Goddess," I say out loud. "I wonder when Sam's next epiphany will be?"
She stops and pees in the grass.
"Amen," I say in response.
