“She didn’t even let you get a change of clothes?”
“Said you’d handle that. Wouldn’t let me go home. Evil babysitter. I would have just slept.”
From the way his words sort of faded off there near the end, I wasn’t sure he hadn’t been sleeping at the table.
“Any ideas about the powers?”
“They’re still lost?’
He didn’t add to that, so I poured coffee in my big travel mug, threw in some sugar and cream and grabbed a granola bar out of the drawer.
“Let’s get to it.” I patted the top of his head.
“Don’ wanna.”
“Don’t care. You’re in my custody and I need to get to work.”
I walked out into the living room and pulled on my jacket. Maybe the rain would lighten up today.
Yeah, I might as well wish that the god powers would show up in a basket on my doorstep with a note on them.
“C’mon, Crow. Move it.” I opened the door. There was not a basket of god powers on my doorstep. There was a god.
Death, to be exact.
“Good morning, Delaney.”
“Hey, Than. What brings you by? Want to see me bleed again?”
He raised an eyebrow as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
“The last time you showed up on my doorstep? I got shot. I’m thinking you might be bad luck.”
“I am very good luck. You were lucky I was here, vacationing when you were shot, as your wounds did not prove fatal.”
I smiled. “Nice try. Just because you don’t have your power doesn’t mean someone can’t die, I recall you telling me that before you signed the contract to vacation in Ordinary. Although if someone does die, they’re gonna miss out on your delightful sense of fashion as their soul goes to the great beyond.”
He glanced down at his neon green shirt that said LEAGUEOFEXTRAORDINARYGENTLEMENacross the chest. I wasn’t sure if it was a bowling team, or a comic book club, or maybe part of that croquet team Odin and Thor had pulled together.
“Are you insinuating that this attire is unsuitable to a vacationing man?”
“No. Not at all. Join the bowling team?” I pointed at his chest. “Shirt?”
“Polo.”
I wasn’t sure if he was telling me what kind of team he was on or shirt he was wearing.
“Come again?”
“I’ve joined the polo team.”
“We have one of those? With long handled mallets and horses?”
“We use croquet mallets.”
“So either you’re playing with a team of long-armed Sasquatch, or you’re riding really short ponies.”
He sniffed. “I take it you find this hobby of mine amusing?”
