Chapter 3

“That’s great,” he said, giving her a smile. “Did you ride often?”

“My husband, bless his soul, rode all the time,” she offered, sounding like she’d smoked more than her share of cigarettes. “He always wanted me to learn, but I was too scared.”

“What finally prompted you to sign up for the class?” Ben asked.

She tilted her head and gazed at the ceiling for a moment before answering. “Phillip died over a year ago, and I recently found out my time is coming sooner rather than later. He always joked I needed a motorcycle license so we could ride together in Heaven.” She chuckled low and looked back toward Ben. “I seriously doubt I need one up there, but hey, I’m not going to take the chance. Saw your ad and signed up. Well, my granddaughter helped me sign up on the computer.”