“What will happen when I die?” Chloe asked.
It was one of the café’s snail-paced days when only Amato visited. Desidero, apparently, was taking care of ‘business’ once again.
“It depends on where you die, I suppose. If you die in Italy...”
“Let’s say I do.”
After all, Chloe had no plans to venture abroad in the immediate future.
“Well, Desidero would collect your soul. Depending on the circumstances, he might have to clean up the site of your death,” Amato paused, sharing a startled look with Chloe. “But that’s pretty unlikely.”
Amato stired his latte absentmindedly.
“Then, I suppose it’s your choice. You can be reincarnated, if you want, or used up – but I doubt you want that,” Amato amended, seeing the vehement shake of Chloe’s head.
“Okay. Thanks,” Chloe murmured somberly, wiping down a table.
“There is a third option,&