She stared at the small man and his package, uncomprehending at first. She'd never received any mail. And she didn't live in Cairo. How had this person found her?
Glancing at the package, though, she caught sight of the return address and nodded, accepting the envelope and, more hesitantly, the pen.
She still didn't write very well, but more to the point, she didn't have a name. Asmodeus had taken to calling her "Talia," which didn't feel right--it was too close to the unknown word she'd been wondering about for as long as she could remember--but it was the name on the package, so she supposed she'd better sign using that, if she was going to sign at all. The thought did occur that she could probably just will the deliveryman to forget all about it and go on his way, but he hadn't done anything threatening, and there seemed no harm in signing a false name for a package delivered to someone who (as far as the human world was concerned) didn't exist.
Frowning slightly with concentration, she carefully scrawled an untidy but legible signature on the form the man presented to her.
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Glancing at the package, though, she caught sight of the return address and nodded, accepting the envelope and, more hesitantly, the pen.
She still didn't write very well, but more to the point, she didn't have a name. Asmodeus had taken to calling her "Talia," which didn't feel right--it was too close to the unknown word she'd been wondering about for as long as she could remember--but it was the name on the package, so she supposed she'd better sign using that, if she was going to sign at all. The thought did occur that she could probably just will the deliveryman to forget all about it and go on his way, but he hadn't done anything threatening, and there seemed no harm in signing a false name for a package delivered to someone who (as far as the human world was concerned) didn't exist.
Frowning slightly with concentration, she carefully scrawled an untidy but legible signature on the form the man presented to her.