“It’s going fine, sir,” I responded. Marley rested at my feet. “Jay is unique, as you say, but I have things under control.”
“That’s good.” His cold eyes penetrated my very soul. “Every year I worry that your—shall we say—pessimistic outlook on the CCD will get in the way of your job. But you have surprised us for decades by completing your Scroogings in record time. It will be a shame to see you go at the end of this season.” He straightened, breaking his piercing stare. “Which brings me to the reason for your visit today. I wanted to discuss your future. Once a ghost in our agency completes one hundred years of service, they have the option to leave. Do you know what that means?”
“I was never a particularly religious person, but I assume that means an afterlife full of lyres and angels
