Joanne: Part 14

Joanne and Terry stood in the middle of the street looking dumbstruck at a wooden door and frame that had just appeared in the middle of the street. Joanne couldn’t help but think it was an insane coincidence that they had just been talking about miraculous doors that led to other worlds.

“Could that lead to Peter’s office?” Joanne asked, hoping Terry would be able to compose himself enough to answer a few more questions. After a few long seconds he replied.

“It could,” he said. “It could also be leading from his office.”

“You mean, like, someone’s about to come out of that door?” Joanne asked. Terry nodded silently. Joanne wanted to walk up to the door and open it. Maybe this could be her opportunity to rush in and meet Peter. Maybe she could go through one of these weird interviews like everyone else apparently had. As these thoughts rushed through her mind the knob on the strange door twisted. It slowly swung open. A woman with brown skin and long, straight, black hair, wearing a black suit stepped out of the door. It quickly closed behind her. The door faded away. Joanne frowned and slapped her forehead, letting out a loud groan.

“You okay?” Terry asked.

“I was gonna make a run for it,” Joanne said as she slowly slid her hand down her face, causing it to look positively ridiculous. “Obviously that’s not gonna happen now.”

The dark haired woman looked around herself. She went from confused to angry very quickly. She clenched her fists at her side. And breathed deeply in through her nose.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She said, looking toward Terry and Joanne. “I’m in Saskatoon?”

Joanne looked up at Terry. He was obviously more knowledgable about afterlife things than she was, but this new, angry person made him very nervous. Joanne bit her lip, and tried to think of something to say that might calm the stranger down. After a few awkward moments of silence, she blurted out the first thing she could think of.

“Yup!” Joanne declared confidently, with a big smile.

“What the fuck?” the woman yelled. “Five hours of ridiculous questioning with that old bastard, and I wind up back here?”

“Um,” Terry said, looking more and more nervous. He tried to start explaining, but was quickly interrupted.

“What?” The woman asked. “What did you say?”

“Oh god,” Terry said to himself. He tried to get the words out quickly, loudly, and as efficiently as he could manage. It, of course, sounded rather strange. “You always wind up back where you died but you’re free to go wherever you want after that so you probably don’t have to worry about it or whatever.”

The woman looked at him with a confused expression. Joanne looked at him with in a similar way.

“Oh,” the woman said. She seemed to be calming down. It looked as though she was realizing how abrasive she had come off. Joanne did her best to diffuse the awkwardness.

“My name’s Joanne,” She said, with a small smile, and a sheepish wave that barely let her fingers out of her sweater sleeves. “This is Terry.”

“I’m Amber,” the woman said, waving. They all stood silently in the street and stared awkwardly at each other.

“Sooooo,” Joanne said, “Wanna come for a walk?”

Amber sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Sure,” she said. “Why not?”

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