Today would be the day; soon enough, there she was, arms crossed and face set in her usual scowl.
She didn’t bother with any formalities, and just asked straight out: “Why?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re Death. You’d never accidentally end up beholden to a mortal girl.”
He faked a cold sweat. “I lost a fair challenge.”
“You’ve also stopped talking in that stupid Jamaican accent.”
He’d expected that; she was always quite astute, even as a little girl. “I figured I didn’t need that anymore.”
“Answer the question.”
He smiled. “Haven’t you ever read Emily Dickinson?”
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
The reference, for those of you scratching your heads.
Inspired by Bleedman’s comic, but in my version, Mandy’s certainly not the mastermind behind her relationship with Grim. (Yeah, the cartoon presents Grim as a rather useless figure, but in “reality”, I happen to think he’s a lot more competent than he lets on.)