- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
20: Mama Dee
After making sure Seamus was as comfortable as he could be, Brigit strode down the hall to John’s office. She noted as she walked that she was the only one without a designated office. Most of the time, she was only in the firm’s headquarters long enough to receive instruction from John Blackwick or to refresh her load of files. During that time, she was usually in John’s office.
Considering the trouble I’m going to be in, I might not ask for one just yet, she thought as she retrieved some waiting assignments from the box she and John had been working from for the last week. Stuffing this pile into her coat pocket, she turned and exited the room and strode back toward the main entry to the firm’s headquarters. She paused long enough to look in on Seamus one more time before leaving. She had one more stop to make before beginning her work.
Mama Dee was lying on her sofa with her eyes closed. By the pained look on the older woman’s face, Brigit could tell that her old friend was suffering one of her migraines. Mama had suffered them off and on during the years that she had lived across from Brigit and Maggie; but Brigit had noticed that their frequency of visits to the old woman had increased since the accident. Brigit had heard Maggie suggest on more than one occasion that Mama Dee go to see the doctor about them, but Mama Dee had waved away the notion as if she were waving away a fly.
Brigit stood over her friend, watching in concern. She wanted to reach out and touch the woman’s face – wishing she could ease her friend’s pain if only for a few minutes.
"I know you’re standing there, child…”
Brigit started at the sound of Mama’s voice as it carried through the silence to her ears. The old woman’s eyes had not opened, but her mouth had moved. Brigit could feel a smile coming to her own face as a previous notion came to mind yet again. It was true after all. Mama Dee could sense her.
“It’s Brigit, Mama,” Brigit said gently.
“I know that, child,” Mama Dee retorted. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m just checking in on you,” Brigit replied. “Were you sleeping?”
“No, I just like to keep my eyes closed these days,” the old woman quipped. “I’m awake. I just have another one of my pains. It hurts to open my eyes.”
“When are you going to the doctor?” Brigit asked.
“You startin’ to sound like Maggie. It’s just a headache. It’ll be gone soon enough,” Mama sighed deeply. “Why are you still around, child?”
“I promised Maggie I would be,” Brigit answered. “I like to keep my promises. Does she know I’m still around?”
“I think so,” Mama Dee replied. “She’s pretty upset about what happened with that Rubens girl. Was that you that caused the ruckus?”
“Yes, Mama,” Brigit replied honestly. “She wasn’t right for Maggie.”
“That makes two of us that think that. I’m glad you’re still here. I miss you and I know Maggie misses you too, even though she says she feels like you’re with her every night.”
“I am with her every night, for the most part. I tried to be fair about the Rubens girl, but I guess my jealousy got the better of me,” Brigit laughed lightly. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”
“I’m fine, child. Do you want me to tell Maggie anything?”
“Just tell her that I’m going to be busy with work for a bit, but that I’ll be back with her as soon as I can. I’ve run into some snags at the office and I have to take care of them before I can rest some.”
“What are you talkin’ about? Work? The office? Child, what are you doin’ now that you’re dead?” Mama Dee asked, her face wrinkling in the confusion of it all. Brigit noticed, however, that the woman still didn’t open her eyes.
“I’m a Grim Reaper, Mama Dee,” Brigit revealed. “I pass over souls that are waiting.”
“Oh, good lord! Is it my time?” the old woman asked suddenly. The fear of the thought expressed itself clearly on her face, but Mama Dee still didn’t open her eyes. Brigit only laughed.
“No, Mama. I’m not here for you. You’re still very much alive.”
“Thank you, Jesus! You scared me for a minute,” Mama Dee chuckled, patting her heart as if to calm it down. “I don’t suppose you’d want me to tell Maggie all that?”
“No, I don’t think she’d understand any of it right now. Besides, Mama, when your time comes, it won’t be me that will come for you. You’re a part of my family and it’s against the rules for us to reap our own.”
“Since when does the Grim Reaper have rules?” Mama Dee asked. Brigit laughed out loud this time.
“Don’t believe everything you read or hear, Mama. Trust me on that one. Just tell Maggie that I love her, will you?” She requested.
“I will, Brigit,” Mama Dee sighed.
“And go see a doctor.”
“Go on with yourself,” Mama Dee shooed with a wave of her hand in Brigit’s direction. “Visit again, child. I sure do miss you.”
“I miss you too, Mama.” Brigit said as she opened the door to Mama Dee’s apartment and let herself out. She had been hoping there would be some way she could communicate with her old friend. After that day in the kitchen when Mama Dee had strongly urged her to keep an eye on Maggie, Brigit had held firm to the hope that she would have another chance to converse with her friend. That day had finally happened and Brigit felt herself smiling joyfully as she pulled the first file out of her pocket. For the moment, her problem back at the office was the furthest thing from her mind.
Mama Dee opened her eyes and exhaled slowly. She had known that Brigit had been around all along. She had been hoping the girl’s spirit would eventually reach out to make contact. It was a gift she had borne for years, but kept hidden due to the stigma that surrounded it. In her day, admitting that one could see or hear the dead on a regular basis would only lead to trouble. Especially if your daddy was a deacon of the church… As a result, Mama Dee had never mentioned to anyone that she could talk to the dead. She had just been biding her time until Brigit figured it out and made contact on her own.
As the old woman sat up, she thought about Brigit’s revelation of her new occupation. The idea of the Grim Reaper unsettled Mama Dee. It had long been a superstition she had kept a deep reverence for, sure that when her own time came that it would be the Grim Reaper that would take her. There were rules, Brigit had said. Mama Dee slowly shook her head with the thought. It was too bad. Mama Dee had the thought that it would be nice to see a familiar and loving face to help her through the moment that she knew was coming upon her soon…