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UNDEAD AND UNWED

By Mary Janice Davidson



CHAPTER ONE
 The day I died started out bad and got worse in a hurry.

I hit my snooze alarm a few too many times and was late for work. And didnтАЩt have time for breakfast.
Okay, thatтАЩs a lie, I gobbled a pair of chocolate Pop Tarts while waiting for the bus. My mom would
have approved (who do you think got me hooked on the darned things?), but a nutritionist would have
smacked me upside the head with her calorie counter.

At a nine a.m. meeting I found out the recession (the one the President has been denying for two years)
had hit me right between the eyes: I had been laid off. Not unexpected, but it hurt, just the same. They
had to slash costs, and god forbid any of senior management be shown the door. Nope; the clerks and
secretaries had been deemed expendable.

I cleaned out my desk, avoided the way my co-workers were avoiding looking at me (the ones left, that
is), and scuttled home.

As I walked through my front door I saw my answering machine light winking at me like a small black
dragon. The message was from my stepmonster: тАЬYour father and I wonтАЩt be able to make it to your
party tonightтАжI just realized we have an earlier commitment. Sorry.тАЭ Sure you are, jerk. тАЬHave fun
without us.тАЭ No problem. тАЬMaybe youтАЩll meet someone tonight.тАЭ Translation: Maybe some poor slob will
marry you and take you off my hands. My stepmonster had, from day one, related to me in only one
way: as a rival for her new husbandтАЩs affections.

I went into the kitchen to feed my cat, and thatтАЩs when I noticed sheтАЩd run away again. Always looking
for adventure, my Giselle (although itтАЩs more like IтАЩm her Betsy).

I looked at the clock. My, my. Not even noon.

Happy birthday to me.

*****

As it turned out, we had a freak April snowstorm, and my party was postponed. Just as wellтАжI didnтАЩt
feel like going out, putting on a happy face, and drinking one too many daiquiris. The Mall of America is
a terrific place, but IтАЩve got to be in the mood for crowds, overpriced retail merchandise, and six dollar
drinks. Tonight I wasnтАЩt.

Nick called around eight p.m., and that was my dayтАЩs sole bright spot. Nick Berry was a detective who
worked out of St. Paul. IтАЩd been attacked a couple of months before, andтАж

Okay, well, тАЬattackedтАЭ is putting it mildly. I donтАЩt like to talk about itтАФtothink about itтАФbut what
happened was, a bunch of creeps jumped me as I was leaving KahnтАЩs Mongolian Barbecue (all you can
eat for $11.95, including salad, dessert, and free refills). I have no idea what they wantedтАФthey didnтАЩt
take my purse or try to rape me. Basically, they clawed and bit at me like a bunch of rabid squirrels while