Where are you going? What do you talk about? Yes… but…
What do you wear?
Ariadne had spent a week worrying about the hardest questions of her life. I tried to calm her down, but it wasn’t working. In fact, until the Holy Spirit stepped in to help her, she almost went back to drinking again. That would never do.
“Death,” the Holy Spirit said. “Can you believe that Ariadne has never had a manicure or a pedicure?”
“Really? What makes you say that?”
“I told her she needed a mani-pedi for the lunch with God, and she said, ‘Who’s going to look at my feet? I’m planning on wearing shoes!'”
We both had a good laugh, but it turned out Ariadne needed a facial, waxing, and makeup for the day. She was a smart Earth girl who was helping us market the Deathlist, but she’d never been much on personal grooming. I loved facials, masks, massages, and all Coco Chanel’s clothes along with lots of other ridiculously expensive designers. Who cared? I didn’t pay for any of it.
SO… Ariadne and God met at a New York City restaurant with no prices on the menu. One of those. And they had a glorious time. It was a good thing because in the very near future everyone on Earth would wish things were “as they used to be.”
— Note from author, Kathryn Atkins, “We’re so glad Death could visit us today. It’s great to have such an honored guest. —