“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?” The stern female voice is attached to a smart navy business suit.
“Angel Rachel, I … I wasn’t expecting—” Black curls bounce around a slim copper face expertly made up in glittery purple eye shadow with matching mascara. They stand outside the doors of the Reincarnation School at the end of classes. The sky blazes with sunshine; a light breeze ruffles the leaves of the nearby maples where an eagle watches the two females intently.
“No, of course, you weren’t. That’s why I’m here. You have another assignment.”
“But since I did all those, you know, past life thingies, and I’ve been taking acting lessons with Marilyn Monroe and all the other greats, I thought I must be, I was sure, I’m ready to start my new life on Earth? Be reborn as—”
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