Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was d...ead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one. The manufactured leg was made so well that it was only noticeable because of its hinged knee. Walking down the concourse nobody seemed to notice it much. It was only when we were sitting as close as we could get to the gate that people began to realize. Tally just stuck her nose in a magazine and pretended not to notice their attention. Everybody seemed to notice, but none of them was rude.Barb's plane arrived and she gave Tally a big hug even before she greeted me. She didn't have any checked. That didn't seem particularly fair to Dolly who had counted on at least ten more years of constant delays to extend her time on earth.The daily routine on death row was not difficult and since Dolly was the only female in the aging prison on death row, she was not subject to cellmate harassment or short-changed because of overcrowded conditions like all the other females out in the general population.Despite that fact, Dolly yearned to be in the general population and mixing with the other. And I could see it in Kimmie's posture as she said, “Well,” that she didn't want to date my son. That she didn't think he was sexy or a hunk or that he loved her. “It's just...”“Of course you would,” I snapped, fighting off anger. Davie was a wonderful boy. She was lucky to be his girlfriend.. “Stop being shy and tell my son that you love him, Kimmie. Because you love him with all your heart and just want to make him happy.” My thoughts almost burned with prickles.Kimmie's head snapped up. Her.