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Mel flounced to the sofa and sank down. “We can try to
catch the next medic who comes in.”
    “But
I wanted to go with him , hear what Mike has to say,” I grizzled. I
swiped at my nose. “Anyway, unless you have a destination in mind, he’s our
best bet. If he knows I’m alive, albeit not in my body, he can help us discover
how to get me out of this fix.”
    “Then
we have the whole night before us.” Mel gave Jack a significant look. “This is
going to be awful.”
     
     
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Chapter Three
     
    My
thoughts turned to Mac in the depths of the night. If I pass over, will we
meet again in an afterlife, my little boy?
    Don’t
go there, Tiff.
    The
night went slowly. If sleep is good for one thing, it is breaking up the day. The
night becomes tedious when you can’t zonk out for a few hours, and now I couldn’t
turn on the television, enjoy a snack, or read.
    A
good time to think? I surely had a lot to think about. What happened to me? I’d
been kicked out of my body but it still functioned, although the doctors must
think it was as good as dead if they talked to Royal about turning off support.
    Royal
would not do that, would he? Not while I had life in me. But if day after day
passed, week after week, month after month. As he said, how long could he bear
to see me like that?
    I
thought I knew everything about shades but learned there is far more to the
life/afterlife business; it isn’t all cut and dried, there are layers, aspects,
affecting what happens to a person after death. What of me? I was not dead yet
functioned like a shade. Which rules applied to me?
    Do
all patients with brain damage stand by their hospital beds, wishing their
loved ones would release them from a living death, or wishing they never will?
    Well,
this gal would not sit on her heinie while someone else made the decision. First
on the agenda: let Royal know I’m still around. Easy peasy.
    I
sighed. With Royal’s attitude toward shades, could I make him understand I kind
of was one?
    “How
do I tell Royal what’s happened to me ? ” I didn’t feel cold, but hugged
my shoulders. “Radio from the dead?”
    Jack
nibbled the end of a fingernail. He removed it to say, “You need a psychic.”
    I’d
told Royal about dead people, he witnessed firsthand how they helped me and the
information they gave me led to arrests. Would he believe a person who told him
I got stuck in a kind of limbo and he must not let me go?
    “Are
there any local?”
    “Yeah,
her name’s Tiff Banks, but she’s dead.”
    I
cocked my thumb. “Woman? On bed? Name’s Tiff Banks? She ain’t dead. For the
last and final time, I am not a shade.”
    My
roommates exchanged smug looks.
    The
only psychic I knew couldn’t help me. Bound to the place where she died, Lynn
lingered on a vast expanse of white sand east of Wendover. I never found her
killer; a Gelpha, he might not be in my world. And with the Gates to Bel-Athaer
closed, I couldn’t go there and try to find him.
    My
thoughts returned to the day I found her, her happiness and relief at no longer
being alone. I went to Lynn as often as I could and knew the meetings brought
both pleasure and pain. She was next on the list of shades Jack, Mel and I
meant to teach how to leave their place of death.
    And
now I couldn’t. If I didn’t get in my body, she’d think I abandoned her.
    Mel
piped up. “There is that clairvoyant, Madam Magenta?”
    I
made one of my infamous snap decisions. “She’ll do!” Infamous because they are
usually wrong.
    “What is a clairvoyant?” she asked.
    “They
pass messages from the dead to the living, don’t they?”
    “But
you insist you’re not dead.”
    I
flicked my fingers dismissively. “A technicality. We’ll make it work.”
    “Lord
help us.” Jack sighed deeply. “She’s probably a quack.”
    “A
name like that doesn’t inspire