The Paperback Edition…
Fred? What kind of weird-ass angel name is that, I thought to myself…when suddenly ‘Fred’ spoke.
“I know, right? I would have preferred Mikko or Sebastian…but I’m not the…you know…’person’ in charge.”
Fred’s voice was thin, high and reedy…kind of like the author Truman Capote…or…Phillip Seymour Hoffman…playing Truman Capote.
“And may I just point out, so that we are perfectly clear…that… it is absolutely, unequivocally not my fault that you saw me tonight,” he said.
“I have been watching over you ever since you were born…for every one of your 24 years, day and night, night and day, through thick and thin, through wind and rain and sleet and snow…through sickness and other people’s deaths…even that date with Carl…what a complete dumbbell he was …what were you thinking there?…” continued Fred in a prickly, slightly complaining voice.
He paused as if to take a breath but no…of course…that could not possibly be…and then he went on…
“And you have NEVER, rolled back on your right side after you have rolled over to your left side…EVER!” His voice was becoming a little edgy now.
Poor Fred. He seemed really anxious and upset. I was feeling kind of bad for him.
I, on the other hand, was actually becoming more and more relaxed.
Of course, realizing you are NOT dead after thinking you ARE dead can be extremely soothing…and apparently…it also made you hungry.
Hmmmm…I wonder if it’s not too late to order pizza from Pizza Pantry?…