" You... you just have to be careful." I'd hate to have to wear them all time. Do you have to wear yours all the time?" He watched her look at her wid..., shallow, salad bowl. She lightly poked at it again."No... not all the time." Could I try them on?" Ron saw her freeze."Um... I... I don't... don't like doing that. I... Someone... someone accidentally broke them once. You should... you should get an eye test, then look at frames the optometrist has on display. Mine wouldn't fit you correctly. "It would mean you'd get a double helping, two for the price of one! Let's see how the friend looks and what he says."Just then a guy joined Jason at his table, and I swear to God, if I could choose one guy in the whole place to join us, he would be the one. The two of them gave each other a manly hug and spent the next several minutes talking and looking in our direction. Finally they stood up and began walking over to our table.Jason introduced his friend, Rick, and Pam introduced me to both. "Mr. Hammond? You wanted to see me?" Yes, Kaycee," he said. "Shut the door behind you. Now, you're a good student, which is why I hate to see you screw up so much. But you were late to class. And you have to be punished." So, uh, I guess I have detention here or something?"He smiled knowingly. "I guess you could call it that. Bend over. Put your hands on my desk."Kaycee did so, with growing trepidation. It wasn't entirely a surprise when she felt her teacher flipped up her skirt and slapped her. .And stepped out right at ground zero.Almost immediately, I began to hear, and see the dead.But James, who had taken my hand for the teleport, gave my hand asqueeze of support, and I regained my focus on the door in the middle ofthe reflecting pool.The door is what draws the dead here, because it's a door to theafterlife. Well,kinda, it leads to a waiting room of sorts, the laststop for spirits before they leave this plane behind for good.The dead inside the waiting room are the ones I can.