"Nanny?"
"Yes, Bertie."
"What happens to us when we die?" Nanny choked on her biscuit. I offered her some tea to help wash it down but she declined.
"I mean, with Father being dead now, where is he?" I continued.
"He's in heaven."
"What's heaven?"
Nanny looked scandalized. "Surely you pay attention to the reverend's sermon every Sunday."
"Most of the time." I answered honestly. "But mostly he talked about hell and I can't see Father going there. He smiled too much."
"Well, heaven is where people go when they've good lives, like your Father." Nanny replied.
"Do you think he's wearing a diaper and carrying a harp?" I asked. This time, Nanny choked on her tea so I was at a loss to help her.
