My body ached but in the satisfying way that spoke of a few weeks of hard labour getting all of the grapes picked and pressed ready to be turned into wine. Not to mention the magic that had been poured back into the vines in order for them to start producing more fruit. Time was strange in the afterlife, and it wouldn"t take them nearly as long to produce more as it would have done on Earth. I wasn"t sure precisely how it worked, only that time moved differently here than in the land of the living, but I somehow still ended up returning at the right point in that timeline too. Even if I wasn"t entirely certain of the exact mechanics, after several thousand years of experience, I knew that it would work that way, and sometimes that was all that was needed.
I smoothed down my dress and made
