“Eat something… “ she bent forward to see my mug, “…Nina. Because as we are at the Halfway House, we are not quite complete as dead people. We are still half physical, so to speak. And so we are hungry and thirsty and need some sleep. Not much but some.”
“If you are not interested in it, I can eat that roll,” a voice behind me said and a swarm of flies began to circle my head.
“Get lost, George!” Mia poked the demon with a fork. “You are supposed to fast to get rid of at least some of those critters in your hair before your time is up…”
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