“And for what reason, may I ask, do we owe the pleasure of your company this morning in our reincarnation classroom, ladies?” Angel Jigjag inquires. His smile twinkles with humor. “Delighted though we may be.” His large teeth glow like ones in a toothpaste commercial.
“Oh, we just wanted to learn more about …” Ash stutters.
“Reincarnation,” Bessie finishes.
“Prompted by Bessie’s grandparents’ decision to take their next journey, might I assume?” he asks.
Bessie grins. “Correct.”
“Well, then, take a seat, ladies, and we’ll get on with our lesson,” he directs them, treating them to another of his glorious toothy smiles before turning back to his blackboard. He writes: “Shopping for New Parents” on it. “That should be a cinch for our part-time students,” he comments, “since they spend so
