TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part 26of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: George has found the volunteer work helps her to stress down, what happens when her volunteering and work collide?
AUTHORS NOTES: The song that inspired this fic is going to be appearing in the next one. Sorry for the delay but I had part 26 all written, then I had to write the next two parts which made the original part 26 number 28, and so there was a delay cause I had to write the new part 26 hehe… as you can see I've put in that this is part 26 of 30 which means this is getting to the end folks! Hoping to have the writing for the last few done by today, will be posting them one a day after that… then it's all over.
Thanx to emmylou for intrest in posting this elsewhere, please email me back!
Still waiting for emails regarding the CD I pretty much have to songs picked out, and the price will be two dollars ur currency (unless of course you've got pesos or rubles laugh) . Email me at rockchicktristasympatico.ca please and thank you.
After the whole thing with Katri I decided to stop getting at all close to any of the new reapers. They could crash on my couch if they needed a place, but I didn't have much contact with them. To help me to fill up my time I decided to start volunteering at a local kids shelter. I had never much liked kids but since I had been undead for so long they started to interest me, call it a fucked up maternal clock or something, but I wanted to spend time with kids. Since I didn't want any of the little hooligans I decided it would be better to help those already on this planet.
For a few months I had been working with a child named Jacob, he was amazing, smart, and I wished he was my kid. If I had had kids I would have wanted one just like him. The only reason he was at the center was that he was in a wheelchair and his parents wanted him to get socialization that wasn't from jaded school kids. All the kids at the center got along very well with him. He even helped some of the younger kids with their homework when all of the adults were busy during quiet time.
The routine at the place where I volunteered was really simple, in the afternoon we always had an hour of quiet time where the kids would just read, or do homework. Mostly because some of the kids didn't have anywhere quiet to do things like that, and they had requested it. To make it fair all the kids had to have that time. Plus they had a lot of resources and the parents who were involved with their kids said that they noticed improvements in their kid's grades. Not everyone has the money to pay for tutors, so the volunteers did what they could for each child.
For the most part though we played games with the kids, outdoor and indoor games, and everyone just had a lot of fun. It was an escape from a hard home life for most of them, and they were glad for it. Jacob loved being there, and he could beat most of the kids at any kind of board game. Jacob and I got along really well, and found out that he was one of the only kids that I worked with who had two parents in the picture.
I walked in and I got a huge hug from Jacob. "I missed you Leena Beena!"
I hugged him back. "I missed you to, Jacob-two-two!"
He smiled at me. "Why haven't you been here the last few days?"
"I've been out of town, I told you that."
"I know, I just missed you is all. It's not the same around here without you."
I smiled, I was glad to have someone who cared about me in my life again. He was a great kid. The real reason I wasn't around was that there was a huge accident a few days earlier and we all had to work overtime in order to get the backlog of souls through. My house had not only become reaper central at that time it was also lost soul central it was loads of fun, and I had never thought I'd be so glad to see this place.
"I'm not here for long today," Jacob told me.
"Why not?" I asked concerned.
"It's not a big deal! My parents are letting me go to my best friend's house all by myself!" I had never seen his eyes light up so bright.
"Really!?! That's great."
"He only lives two blocks from here, but I'm still so excited about it!"
I was excited for him too. I was glad that his parents let him be independent, because there were other kids there who had the same problem as he did and wouldn't even let them out of their site. Jacob and I played a few games, and did his homework before he had to go. I left a little bit after that, the place was dead, and most of the other kids I would work with weren't around. As I was leaving the center I noticed Anika walking up the street. I could tell she had more work for me.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It's only one assignment I promise, they couldn't send it anywhere else," she explained.
"All right, whatever." She handed me the post-it. "I can't do this one!"
"Death is non-transferable, you know that."
"Anika, I don't know if I can do it!"
She looked at me. "Calm down George, if you don't think you can do it just think of the alternative."
I remembered a few years back we had come across a soul that had been left in a child. The adult who was in the ripe old age of ninety had no quality of life, but still complained about everything her nursing staff had tried to help her with. The reaper who was supposed to have taken her soul was a temp, and would have been free over eighty years earlier had she taken the child's soul. Now through sheer luck she was in accident division when the old woman had gotten into an accident. She had fallen off a lift in a home that was being used improperly, and finally died, years after she really should have. I simply could not do that to this soul. Jacob was just too good for that, and I simply could not see him be rotten.
So I stood at the street corner right near Jacob's friend's house, and I waited for him. When I saw him I walked by, gave him a hug, and told him I'd see him the next day, knowing I was lying. As much as I didn't want to know, I didn't want to not know. He started out into the street as a drunk drive came around the corner. He made it half way across the street, and unable to get out of the way of the speeding car he was struck. I had to continue walking, but it was hard because my eyes had filled up with tears.
I had taken souls of kids before, I had seen horrific accidents where they were involved, but since I knew Jacob it was the hardest thing I ever had to see. I could hardly believe that it had really happened, and I kept the post-it in my hand, so that I wouldn't think that it was all just some horrible dream.
I didn't end up at home like I had planned, I went to the same club that Katri had taken me to her last night as a reaper. I wished it had been my last night, then I wouldn't have had to reap the soul of the best kid I knew. I was glad that his soul hadn't stuck around after the accident. I noticed of the corner of my eye him walking toward I can only guess what it was. The fact that he was on his own two feet was probably paradise enough for him. I was happy that in death he got the one thing he wanted and could never have in life, but I would still miss the kid, and I'm sure that I was one of many.
I had never believed the saying that only the good die young until I became a reaper. Especially since I had died young and was certainly not good, and ended up being a reaper for sixty years and counting. But I had met a lot of good young souls, and I had met a lot of foul old ones, so I believed it. I always wondered if it was a reaper who had coined that phrase.
I was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer. "What's a sexy gal like you doing drinking all alone?" asked a guy as he sat down next to me.
"None of your fucking business!" I snapped, I recognized him and hoped he hadn't recognized me.
"Leena! I've been trying to get a hold of you, when I called the number you gave me it was out of service!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, hi, Chris. Yeah, I must have given you our old number or something, I'm sorry about that, my roommates and I move around a rather lot. I can never keep the numbers straight!"
The bartender was wiping up a spill in front of us, eyed me knowingly and shook her head when she realized that he was not getting the hint. We'd probably have a good laugh about it later, women always had intuition about those kinds of things.
"So, could I get the new number?" he asked, hopefully.
"I don't really know it right now," I admitted sheepishly. "How about you give me your number and I'll call you."
He shrugged. "I guess that'll work." He handed me a business card.
I was ashamed of myself for sleeping with a guy who gave business cards to women he picked up in bars. I smiled, and took the card. I would have died right there if he had put "Dr. Love" on the card anywhere, but he hadn't.
"Look, I know this sounds bad, but I really just came here to have a couple of drinks, alone, tonight," I told him.
"I understand, you're going through some rough times?"
"Something like that."
He pulled his barstool closer to mine. "You didn't have a boyfriend when we had sex did you, and now you don't know what you want to do about him?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Oh, good, cause I just couldn't live with myself if I had made love to a girl who was in love with another man."
If only the poor bastard knew. "It's nothing like, and I don't really want to discuss it with you."
He looked at me, dejected. "All right, whatever, you will call me though right?"
"Yup."I shook my head, he just couldn't take the hint that I was not interested in him! He was sexy as hell, but dumb as a brush. I put the card in my pocket, finished my beer and left. I decided not to go back to that bar in case I ran into him again. I went home, and asked Colt to go with me to a different bar. I needed more alcohol and the three beer I had already was not helping much. He brought me to a much louder club, where there was a live band playing.
I didn't give rat's ass about the band, the atmosphere, or the noise, I wanted to get drunk, and if I didn't have to talk to anyone while I was doing it, so much the better. I had five more beer at that club, and I was completely drunk, and I was damn happy about it. The bands had finished, and the place had gotten quiet when Colt joined me again.
"Hey, are you drunk?" he asked me.
"You tell me, hansom," I giggled.
"Yeah, you're drunk."
I smiled at him. "Well at least I'm smiling', right?"
"Yeah, I guess so, well how about we take you home?"
"But I want more of the yummy beer!"
"You don't need anymore."
I laughed. "I'm fine!" I tried to stand up and walk, but couldn't. "I seem to have lost my feet. Could you help me find 'em so I can go over to the bar and get another beer?"
"Not on your life sister!"
"You're not my brother!" I started giggling.
"Time to go home, George."
I pouted. "Fine, fine, I knew you weren't my brother. You're my other mother!!"
He put his arm under me to help me balance and he helped me out of the bar. He went to call a cab.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you!" I giggled.
"And why not? We need to get home."
"Georgie goes blaa, in cars when she drinks! I don't think mister cab guy will be too happy if I did that!"
He shook his head, and helped me walk home. It wasn't a very long walk, but it ended up being a lot longer with my being so drunk. I just babbled incoherently about everything, but nothing that matter the whole way home. Colt had a lot of patience for me, which kind of surprised me because I was pissing myself off! I earned a lot more respect for him because of what he did for me that night.
It was a damn good thing we didn't keep alcohol in the house or he would have been up even longer guarding me against it. He brought me to my room and slept for a little while, but got up and went down to his room. I crawled into his bed.
"Colt," I whined, "are you sleeping?"
"Yes," he responded.
"You're confusing me! You can't answer my question if you are! Stop that!"
He grumbled, "what would you like?"
I shrugged. "Just need to talk, now that I'm a little less inebriated."
"All right, first question, why did you get so drunk?"
"To forget that I had to reap Jacob's soul today."
"You mean your little friend Jacob?"
"No, Jacob from the bible! Yes, that one."
"Well that explains your state on the way home."
"I apologize about that."
He shrugged. "What are friends for, now you wanted to talk?"
I learned why some people called alcohol truth serum that night. We talked for a hours about things I had never told anyone before. He just listened to me, all night, I was glad that I had friend like him, I don't know what I'd do if I lost him too, he was the only thing I had left in this world.
"Did you mean what you said about Katri?" I asked.
"I don't remember what I said, I was drinking that night, I tend to be a jerk."
"That you thought she had pulled me into a web."
"A little bit, you changed when she was around, and I didn't like that."
"Changed?"
"You didn't spend as much time with me."
I shrugged. "I guess it's just different when girls are friends. I didn't mean to alienate you, or anything. I was just glad that I had someone of the same sex to talk to. Don't get me wrong, you're a great person, it's just that sometimes I need girl talk, and Anika just isn't good at it."
He laughed. "I'm sorry if I made you crazy with whatever it was I said. I'm sure she was nice, strange, but nice."
"It's all in the past now, I guess."
"Yeah, so did what did you do when Anika gave you your friend's post-it?"
"I wanted to pound her into the ground! Fuck! But then I remembered I probably shouldn't shoot the messenger, and I was just kind of angry at nothing. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't, if I didn't take the soul he wouldn't be the same person, and I didn't have enough time to try and change anything around so that the accident wouldn't happen."
"You can do that?"
"Yeah, I've done it before, and the consequences were not good, but I think that the powers that be knew I'd be up to something and that was why I got the post it so late in the day."
"So you can change someone's fate?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't advise it. I tired everything when I first started, and trust me the consequences far out weigh the good feeling you get. Often if you save one person you end up killing many, many more. Plus I'm trying not to piss of fate so they won't make my sentence even longer."
He laughed. "I think we all want this whole thing over with as soon as we possibly can."
I nodded. "I'd have to agree with that statement. I just wish I knew why it was that I happened to get his post-it. I mean, you'd think that they'd try to avoid personal things like that."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Or that there'd be a whole division for kids."
"That would be totally cruel to the people who had to work that division."
"I never really thought about that before."
"I did when I first became a reaper, my first soul was child, and I wondered if all mine would be and how I would handle that. So I was kind of glad when I found out that the kids that come along are no different then adults."
"That makes sense."
"Hey, it's getting kind of late, and I'm guessing I'm going to be going to a funeral, and will be needing to talk to you, so how about we continue this tomorrow?"
He nodded. Really I would have loved to have stayed and talked with him, but I needed some alone time to cry before I had to go and deal with all the stuff the next day. I was going to go to the funeral, and even though I had been to many before, I knew that this one was going to be hard to deal with. Even harder then my own, since people would be able to see me at that one.
End
End notes: tear poor George, in the next one I shall be putting in the song that inspired this story, I've been wanting to write it into something since I heard it, and with this fic it seemed to work. If the song doesn't make you a little sad then you're heartless… you'll see what I mean… hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: George has found the volunteer work helps her to stress down, what happens when her volunteering and work collide?
AUTHORS NOTES: The song that inspired this fic is going to be appearing in the next one. Sorry for the delay but I had part 26 all written, then I had to write the next two parts which made the original part 26 number 28, and so there was a delay cause I had to write the new part 26 hehe… as you can see I've put in that this is part 26 of 30 which means this is getting to the end folks! Hoping to have the writing for the last few done by today, will be posting them one a day after that… then it's all over.
Thanx to emmylou for intrest in posting this elsewhere, please email me back!
Still waiting for emails regarding the CD I pretty much have to songs picked out, and the price will be two dollars ur currency (unless of course you've got pesos or rubles laugh) . Email me at rockchicktristasympatico.ca please and thank you.
After the whole thing with Katri I decided to stop getting at all close to any of the new reapers. They could crash on my couch if they needed a place, but I didn't have much contact with them. To help me to fill up my time I decided to start volunteering at a local kids shelter. I had never much liked kids but since I had been undead for so long they started to interest me, call it a fucked up maternal clock or something, but I wanted to spend time with kids. Since I didn't want any of the little hooligans I decided it would be better to help those already on this planet.
For a few months I had been working with a child named Jacob, he was amazing, smart, and I wished he was my kid. If I had had kids I would have wanted one just like him. The only reason he was at the center was that he was in a wheelchair and his parents wanted him to get socialization that wasn't from jaded school kids. All the kids at the center got along very well with him. He even helped some of the younger kids with their homework when all of the adults were busy during quiet time.
The routine at the place where I volunteered was really simple, in the afternoon we always had an hour of quiet time where the kids would just read, or do homework. Mostly because some of the kids didn't have anywhere quiet to do things like that, and they had requested it. To make it fair all the kids had to have that time. Plus they had a lot of resources and the parents who were involved with their kids said that they noticed improvements in their kid's grades. Not everyone has the money to pay for tutors, so the volunteers did what they could for each child.
For the most part though we played games with the kids, outdoor and indoor games, and everyone just had a lot of fun. It was an escape from a hard home life for most of them, and they were glad for it. Jacob loved being there, and he could beat most of the kids at any kind of board game. Jacob and I got along really well, and found out that he was one of the only kids that I worked with who had two parents in the picture.
I walked in and I got a huge hug from Jacob. "I missed you Leena Beena!"
I hugged him back. "I missed you to, Jacob-two-two!"
He smiled at me. "Why haven't you been here the last few days?"
"I've been out of town, I told you that."
"I know, I just missed you is all. It's not the same around here without you."
I smiled, I was glad to have someone who cared about me in my life again. He was a great kid. The real reason I wasn't around was that there was a huge accident a few days earlier and we all had to work overtime in order to get the backlog of souls through. My house had not only become reaper central at that time it was also lost soul central it was loads of fun, and I had never thought I'd be so glad to see this place.
"I'm not here for long today," Jacob told me.
"Why not?" I asked concerned.
"It's not a big deal! My parents are letting me go to my best friend's house all by myself!" I had never seen his eyes light up so bright.
"Really!?! That's great."
"He only lives two blocks from here, but I'm still so excited about it!"
I was excited for him too. I was glad that his parents let him be independent, because there were other kids there who had the same problem as he did and wouldn't even let them out of their site. Jacob and I played a few games, and did his homework before he had to go. I left a little bit after that, the place was dead, and most of the other kids I would work with weren't around. As I was leaving the center I noticed Anika walking up the street. I could tell she had more work for me.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It's only one assignment I promise, they couldn't send it anywhere else," she explained.
"All right, whatever." She handed me the post-it. "I can't do this one!"
"Death is non-transferable, you know that."
"Anika, I don't know if I can do it!"
She looked at me. "Calm down George, if you don't think you can do it just think of the alternative."
I remembered a few years back we had come across a soul that had been left in a child. The adult who was in the ripe old age of ninety had no quality of life, but still complained about everything her nursing staff had tried to help her with. The reaper who was supposed to have taken her soul was a temp, and would have been free over eighty years earlier had she taken the child's soul. Now through sheer luck she was in accident division when the old woman had gotten into an accident. She had fallen off a lift in a home that was being used improperly, and finally died, years after she really should have. I simply could not do that to this soul. Jacob was just too good for that, and I simply could not see him be rotten.
So I stood at the street corner right near Jacob's friend's house, and I waited for him. When I saw him I walked by, gave him a hug, and told him I'd see him the next day, knowing I was lying. As much as I didn't want to know, I didn't want to not know. He started out into the street as a drunk drive came around the corner. He made it half way across the street, and unable to get out of the way of the speeding car he was struck. I had to continue walking, but it was hard because my eyes had filled up with tears.
I had taken souls of kids before, I had seen horrific accidents where they were involved, but since I knew Jacob it was the hardest thing I ever had to see. I could hardly believe that it had really happened, and I kept the post-it in my hand, so that I wouldn't think that it was all just some horrible dream.
I didn't end up at home like I had planned, I went to the same club that Katri had taken me to her last night as a reaper. I wished it had been my last night, then I wouldn't have had to reap the soul of the best kid I knew. I was glad that his soul hadn't stuck around after the accident. I noticed of the corner of my eye him walking toward I can only guess what it was. The fact that he was on his own two feet was probably paradise enough for him. I was happy that in death he got the one thing he wanted and could never have in life, but I would still miss the kid, and I'm sure that I was one of many.
I had never believed the saying that only the good die young until I became a reaper. Especially since I had died young and was certainly not good, and ended up being a reaper for sixty years and counting. But I had met a lot of good young souls, and I had met a lot of foul old ones, so I believed it. I always wondered if it was a reaper who had coined that phrase.
I was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer. "What's a sexy gal like you doing drinking all alone?" asked a guy as he sat down next to me.
"None of your fucking business!" I snapped, I recognized him and hoped he hadn't recognized me.
"Leena! I've been trying to get a hold of you, when I called the number you gave me it was out of service!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, hi, Chris. Yeah, I must have given you our old number or something, I'm sorry about that, my roommates and I move around a rather lot. I can never keep the numbers straight!"
The bartender was wiping up a spill in front of us, eyed me knowingly and shook her head when she realized that he was not getting the hint. We'd probably have a good laugh about it later, women always had intuition about those kinds of things.
"So, could I get the new number?" he asked, hopefully.
"I don't really know it right now," I admitted sheepishly. "How about you give me your number and I'll call you."
He shrugged. "I guess that'll work." He handed me a business card.
I was ashamed of myself for sleeping with a guy who gave business cards to women he picked up in bars. I smiled, and took the card. I would have died right there if he had put "Dr. Love" on the card anywhere, but he hadn't.
"Look, I know this sounds bad, but I really just came here to have a couple of drinks, alone, tonight," I told him.
"I understand, you're going through some rough times?"
"Something like that."
He pulled his barstool closer to mine. "You didn't have a boyfriend when we had sex did you, and now you don't know what you want to do about him?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Oh, good, cause I just couldn't live with myself if I had made love to a girl who was in love with another man."
If only the poor bastard knew. "It's nothing like, and I don't really want to discuss it with you."
He looked at me, dejected. "All right, whatever, you will call me though right?"
"Yup."I shook my head, he just couldn't take the hint that I was not interested in him! He was sexy as hell, but dumb as a brush. I put the card in my pocket, finished my beer and left. I decided not to go back to that bar in case I ran into him again. I went home, and asked Colt to go with me to a different bar. I needed more alcohol and the three beer I had already was not helping much. He brought me to a much louder club, where there was a live band playing.
I didn't give rat's ass about the band, the atmosphere, or the noise, I wanted to get drunk, and if I didn't have to talk to anyone while I was doing it, so much the better. I had five more beer at that club, and I was completely drunk, and I was damn happy about it. The bands had finished, and the place had gotten quiet when Colt joined me again.
"Hey, are you drunk?" he asked me.
"You tell me, hansom," I giggled.
"Yeah, you're drunk."
I smiled at him. "Well at least I'm smiling', right?"
"Yeah, I guess so, well how about we take you home?"
"But I want more of the yummy beer!"
"You don't need anymore."
I laughed. "I'm fine!" I tried to stand up and walk, but couldn't. "I seem to have lost my feet. Could you help me find 'em so I can go over to the bar and get another beer?"
"Not on your life sister!"
"You're not my brother!" I started giggling.
"Time to go home, George."
I pouted. "Fine, fine, I knew you weren't my brother. You're my other mother!!"
He put his arm under me to help me balance and he helped me out of the bar. He went to call a cab.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you!" I giggled.
"And why not? We need to get home."
"Georgie goes blaa, in cars when she drinks! I don't think mister cab guy will be too happy if I did that!"
He shook his head, and helped me walk home. It wasn't a very long walk, but it ended up being a lot longer with my being so drunk. I just babbled incoherently about everything, but nothing that matter the whole way home. Colt had a lot of patience for me, which kind of surprised me because I was pissing myself off! I earned a lot more respect for him because of what he did for me that night.
It was a damn good thing we didn't keep alcohol in the house or he would have been up even longer guarding me against it. He brought me to my room and slept for a little while, but got up and went down to his room. I crawled into his bed.
"Colt," I whined, "are you sleeping?"
"Yes," he responded.
"You're confusing me! You can't answer my question if you are! Stop that!"
He grumbled, "what would you like?"
I shrugged. "Just need to talk, now that I'm a little less inebriated."
"All right, first question, why did you get so drunk?"
"To forget that I had to reap Jacob's soul today."
"You mean your little friend Jacob?"
"No, Jacob from the bible! Yes, that one."
"Well that explains your state on the way home."
"I apologize about that."
He shrugged. "What are friends for, now you wanted to talk?"
I learned why some people called alcohol truth serum that night. We talked for a hours about things I had never told anyone before. He just listened to me, all night, I was glad that I had friend like him, I don't know what I'd do if I lost him too, he was the only thing I had left in this world.
"Did you mean what you said about Katri?" I asked.
"I don't remember what I said, I was drinking that night, I tend to be a jerk."
"That you thought she had pulled me into a web."
"A little bit, you changed when she was around, and I didn't like that."
"Changed?"
"You didn't spend as much time with me."
I shrugged. "I guess it's just different when girls are friends. I didn't mean to alienate you, or anything. I was just glad that I had someone of the same sex to talk to. Don't get me wrong, you're a great person, it's just that sometimes I need girl talk, and Anika just isn't good at it."
He laughed. "I'm sorry if I made you crazy with whatever it was I said. I'm sure she was nice, strange, but nice."
"It's all in the past now, I guess."
"Yeah, so did what did you do when Anika gave you your friend's post-it?"
"I wanted to pound her into the ground! Fuck! But then I remembered I probably shouldn't shoot the messenger, and I was just kind of angry at nothing. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't, if I didn't take the soul he wouldn't be the same person, and I didn't have enough time to try and change anything around so that the accident wouldn't happen."
"You can do that?"
"Yeah, I've done it before, and the consequences were not good, but I think that the powers that be knew I'd be up to something and that was why I got the post it so late in the day."
"So you can change someone's fate?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't advise it. I tired everything when I first started, and trust me the consequences far out weigh the good feeling you get. Often if you save one person you end up killing many, many more. Plus I'm trying not to piss of fate so they won't make my sentence even longer."
He laughed. "I think we all want this whole thing over with as soon as we possibly can."
I nodded. "I'd have to agree with that statement. I just wish I knew why it was that I happened to get his post-it. I mean, you'd think that they'd try to avoid personal things like that."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Or that there'd be a whole division for kids."
"That would be totally cruel to the people who had to work that division."
"I never really thought about that before."
"I did when I first became a reaper, my first soul was child, and I wondered if all mine would be and how I would handle that. So I was kind of glad when I found out that the kids that come along are no different then adults."
"That makes sense."
"Hey, it's getting kind of late, and I'm guessing I'm going to be going to a funeral, and will be needing to talk to you, so how about we continue this tomorrow?"
He nodded. Really I would have loved to have stayed and talked with him, but I needed some alone time to cry before I had to go and deal with all the stuff the next day. I was going to go to the funeral, and even though I had been to many before, I knew that this one was going to be hard to deal with. Even harder then my own, since people would be able to see me at that one.
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End notes: tear poor George, in the next one I shall be putting in the song that inspired this story, I've been wanting to write it into something since I heard it, and with this fic it seemed to work. If the song doesn't make you a little sad then you're heartless… you'll see what I mean… hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger