"Death isn't always so bad. It has its good moments."
Of course, what Molly was talking about, that was the True Death. A little bit different than Bill's existence, which was both life and death.
Was she messing around with the dashboard buttons? Bill idly tried to recall if she'd told him her age. He was a horrible judge of mortal years. After five decades or so, everyone looked to be about the same. And kids these days were growing up faster and faster.
He unbuckled his seat belt and then gave her the look. Yes, that quintessential stare that all men gave to women who feigned concern about their diets.
"One hundred and seventy six years and women still can't find anything to complain about but their busts and waistlines," he grumbled. Yes, it was annoying then and it was annoying now.
And he was pretty damn sure it would be annoying one thousand years from today.
He climbed out of the car, making sure to take the keys with him, and then headed off into the convenience store.