So that’s what she’d done. Worked as a maid. Tried to be friendly to people she met and not give away what she truly was in case they’d think her insane. Tried to cope the best she could with her situation.

She also tried to do as many good deeds as she could. The golden scroll had said that that was one way to get back on Heaven’s good side. Even though she was positive she hadn’t done anything worth getting thrown out for, she wasn’t taking any chances. She helped little old ladies cross the street, she returned stray dogs to their homes, she picked up trash from the sidewalks. Whether these were considered good deeds, or just being helpful, she wasn’t sure.

But she’d soon find out. Because tomorrow was the day she’d fix everything.

The nine-year-old girl who was the answer to Val’s problems was actually a psychic, and through hard work and a good chunk of luck, Val had an appointment with her. Tomorrow.

She’d channel somebody Up There and then Val could ask what went wrong and how she could fix things as soon as possible. Two months was more than enough time for her to decide, most definitely, that while there were certain elements to being a human that weren’t entirely distasteful—although she’d be hard pressed to give any examples at present—it was not something she wanted to be for any extended amount of time.

She’d been extremely lucky, too. Two months and she hadn’t run into any of those alleged

Tempter Demons the golden scroll had so adamantly warned against. She’d kept a vigilant watch, too. Most nights losing a ton of sleep shivering and shaking, waiting for some nasty demon to pounce on her and carry her off to Hell. But nothing happened. No pouncing. She figured the seeming lack of interest in the demon community proved her situation was all an unfortunate error. She must have been off demon radar. And that was just fine by her.