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“Shutup, Jack.”
“Oh, well, you’ll be visiting lots of times, then,” the spirit predicted as she began to drift away. She followed that with a non sequitur: “I picked up the mail.”
“Thanks, Mom. We know that’s your thing.” To Leah: “It’s her thing. She’s in charge of the mail, everyone else is in charge of everything else.”
Curious, Leah broke her own rule
(don’t touch people just to peek at their lives. it’s only okay toinvade people’s privacy when you’re on the job, but holy God what is up with this woman? is she here? are we?)
and extended a hand. “It was kind of you to invite us.”
“Oh, well,” came the vague reply. “I didn’t, really. Angela did.”
“I’m Leah Nazir. It’s nice to meet you.”
Mrs. Emma Drake gave Leah her limp pale paw and Leah saw
nothing
nobody
alone
always
alone
(but... on purpose?)
always
alonealonealone
(should have stuck to the rules)
