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store at five in the morning in a nightgown and bunny slippers,” she said, keeping her voice low.
    She was right. I should have had the decency to feel self-conscious. “So, what’s the story with you and that guy?”
    “Reyes?” she asked, taking out her cell phone as the machine filled her cup. She opened it and actually pretended to talk into it, I guess in case anyone was watching. “Well, besides being the hottest thing this side of Mercury—I mean, he was forged in the fires of Hell,” she said with a waggle of her brows as she filled a second cup, “he’s something of a pain in the ass.”
    “But you like him.”
    She put a lid on both cups, stuffed one in the crook of her arm so she could still hold the phone, then headed for the cashier. “If you’re talking about the fact that he makes my innards mushy and my knees weak, then, yeah, I like him.” She pulled the phone to her chest to indicate a break in her conversation and said to the clerk, “We have to stop meeting like this.”
    He smiled shyly as he handed over her change. “See you tomorrow night?”
    “If you’re lucky,” she said with a flirty wink. She could give lessons.
    “You come here a lot?” I asked.
    With a shrug, she climbed back into her Jeep. I crawled through the door into the passenger’s seat. “Only every night or so. They have really good lattes. But again, he’s a pain in the ass.”
    “The store clerk?”
    “Reyes.”
    “Oh.” I couldn’t help but wonder what Charley’s life was like. I mean, what kind of being glows in the dark and hangs out with the son of Satan? “So, do you have super powers?”
    Turning onto Central Avenue, she offered me a questioning gaze. “You mean, like, can I fly?”
    I laughed. “No. Wait,” I said, rethinking. “Can you?”
    She laughed that time. “Not unless I’m on some very powerful painkillers.”
    “Then, besides being very shimmery, what does a grim reaper do?”
    “You know, everyone says I’m really bright. I don’t see it.” She studied a hand, turning it over and over. “Neither do the living, thankfully. But I pretty much just hang out and help the departed with their unfinished business, for lack of a better phrase, those who didn’t cross initially and are wandering the Earth. And when they’re ready, they can cross through me.”
    “Through you?” I asked, a little stunned. “Literally?”
    “Yeah. Didn’t I mention that?” When I shook my head, she said, “I hope that doesn’t scare you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She burst out laughing, and I was slowly drifting back to my three-legged horse paradigm. After a moment, she sobered and said, “Okay, too soon. Newbies don’t have the best sense of humor.”
    “Sorry. I’m a little dead right now.”
    She smiled and nodded. “That’s good. You’re catching on.”
    I smiled, too, but I turned away so she wouldn’t see. I didn’t want to get too comfortable here, in this place of void, of loneliness.
    We pulled into the parking lot of a Presbyterian hospital and made our way up to the maternity ward. That was when I realized what she was doing, checking to see if anyone died in labor or something like that. Shame consumed me. I’d made the decision to die. I felt it. I would never have made it to the delivery ward.
    “Are you really going to drink both of those?” I asked her.
    “Oh, no. This stuff is currency ’round these parts.”
    As we got closer to the ward, she turned to me, unwrapped an index finger from one of the cups and placed it over her mouth, shushing me.
    “Why do I have to be quiet? I thought no one could hear.”
    “Because you’ll ruin the mood.”
    I frowned as she flew to a sidewall and flattened herself against it. After checking up and down the hall, she eased to her right, closing the distance from us to the maternity ward. She almost slipped—on nothing, absolutely nothing—caught herself with a soft gasp then plastered herself to the wall