Betty watched with muted curiosity as the woman took the post-it, played with it briefly and then posted it upon the canvas. That was certainly going to attract attention in the museum. You were not supposed to touch the art.
"Well, it's not just the name, Jeannie. It's the way it is written." Which was true. The way it was written was definitely off. The post-its usually had a time and a location written on them. And the name itself was bizarre. "Normally it's a first initial and then a last name for the people I'm supposed to find. Just Jeannie implies a lack of a surname."
If Jeannie didn't have a surname and the Jeannie on the post-it was in fact correct, then Betty was going to rethink this reaping thing. As in not do it. At all. Which wasn't right by any means. She was a reaper, it was her deal. Her thing.