As Klu lay sprawled on his mother's dented casket, his back stung as did the reality of his failed suicide at the grave. Maybe his dad was right:
Man makes plans, God laughs.
Was Klu's hobby of collecting grave rubbings part of a higher plan?
Was it God's hand that drove him on a quest to the largest tree in the world to restore what was wrongfully taken from his parents?
And was the derecho storm destiny, when its mass outage freed Klu to break into the Father of Our Country's tomb and steal him as a travel companion?
When the heart attack took his father 15 years earlier, Klu thought God robbed him of life's instruction book. But maybe God's plan was for Klu to write his own.
