George frowned and looked down at her shoes. The observation confused her for a moment. She liked shopping at T. J. Max. Reapers really didn't have much when it came to an income.
"Well," she spoke, dragging her first word out flatly, "Is there somewhere I could drop off a package for him?"
George half expected the woman in front of her to be somehow distantly related to Daisy or Betty. But maybe like her fellow reapers, Karen would some day come to accept that George wasn't interested in stealing expensive shoes from the recently deceased.