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I asked.
“Of course, boyo …” he said, a smile slowly spreading across

his face, “… stay for as long as you wish. I’m a lonely old man
and could use the company,” he said. And thus I stayed with
him a very long while, enjoying a life of blissful ignorance.
Raymond never requested or demanded anything of me, and
I was always grateful and full of admiration for a man who
seemed so perfect; such a shining example of what men ought
to be. His smile was contagious. The bright way in which he
conducted even the slightest aspects of his life could cheer
even a wounded soul such as mine.

‘I never want to leave,’ I told myself.

Present day...
“So, as a supernatural creature, how do you feel about
humanity?” Daina asked.
“That's a deep and complicated question Daina,” Jaunee
began. “I'd like to start by correcting your statement. Nothing
is above the natural order of things. There is simply no such
thing as the supernatural. You perceive some things as the
supernatural because you cannot explain them, that does not
imply they cannot be explained.”

“But you're immortal.” Daina protested.
“Virtually immortal; I don't age but I can be killed,” Jaunee
corrected.
“And you're capable of extraordinary feats.”