“When you die,” she said, “what do you think happens to you?”
“You’re not going to die.”
“I know, but what do you think happens?”
“Something glorious.”
“Oh, Philip. Only you would say something like that. Do you know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think that whatever you believe will happen is what happens.”
He recognized the truth in it.
“Yes, I think you’re right. What do you believe will happen.”
“Oh, I’d like to think that I’ll be in some beautiful place.”
“Like what?”
She hesitated.
“Like Rochester,” she said and laughed.
—from “All That Is” by James Salter