Serafia giggled, despite the oppressive and hateful air around her. "Well, last week I had to go visit my aunt." A lie. The demons in Upper Management had required her to give a man in Venice a serious case of nausea, preventing him from attending a conference on cancer treatment, where he could have done some good. "Lately, I've been hiding in my shop. It's Valentine's Day in three weeks. People are already buying roses by the cartload. And I still have a bunch of those hideous Poinsettias leftover from Christmas." Serafia disliked poinsettias. So many people thought the flowers were poisonous, which they weren't. Serafia objected to plants being raised to the status of poisonous if they actually weren't. She continued, "Anyway, I digress. What are you doing in an abandoned church at this hour? Come on, you can tell me on the way home," she said as she walked over to the stairs, motioning for Balthasar to follow.
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