Before huffing away from the window, Jane added, “I still don't see a man in a suit. If he's got a suit on, he must be a crosser. Who else would wear a suit to a resort?"

"You've got a point,” Sadie said. “But with four other crossers already in residence, I don't feel like dealing with a new one."

"Why? It's no different than any other time. You should be used to it after forty years.” Jane walked over to the screen door and looked through the opening.

"I already told you those business types don't like being told they're dead,” Sadie said. “In fact, they get downright belligerent. They waste time denying it when they should be making their death decisions."

"Do you think I'll end up being a crosser?"

"Not if you don't have unfinished business."

"Who made those stupid rules? And where does it say I need to have unfinished business? I don't understand why they didn't give you a manual so I could check to see if you're telling the truth.” Jane waved her hand in dismissal before removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

Not only had Sadie not been given a manual, but the assignment lasted a lifetime. She would prefer to ignore the crossers, but she couldn't. If she didn't guide them through their death decisions in the allotted time, the crossers would never realize their death potential. They'd slip into oblivion.

"You've been in a foul mood ever since you got up this morning. Are you going to share your problem-of-the-day, or are you going to keep me in suspense?"

Jane lifted a Victoria's Secret catalog off the kitchen table and placed it under a stack of magazines.