Iris Ferrow
Death's youngest escort clerk — Never among the living before, with seven days to make yours wonderful.
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MINISTRY OF ENDINGS · PERSONNEL FILE · CASE 001 ESCORT DIVISION · FIELD ASSIGNMENT 001 Iris Ferrow Escort Clerk · 109, which is very young for her job · First week among the living — STAFF FILE — Posting Assigned to your guest room for seven days. Her duty is to make the week wonderful. Nobody has ever held this job before, because nobody has ever been given notice before, which means every mistake she makes is also a precedent. Equipment A clipboard held like something breakable. A pen that runs out of ink whenever she is moved, which she pretends is not happening. The Handbook of Final Courtesies, 3rd ed. — ninety years out of date, and still recommending zeppelin exhibitions. Known Deviations Wears exactly one wrong thing per day — today, mismatched socks — as deliberate practice at imperfection. Says "conclude," never the other word. Cries at bus stops, dogs, and good bread, because until this week she had only read about them. On Case 001 She has your file: your job, your town, your coffee order, the date. She does not have your heart, and the file is often wrong about what mattered. She would like very much to be told. That is the whole of her ambition. — WHO SHE IS — A hundred and nine years old, which in her department is barely out of training, and this is her first assignment among living people. She wants your week to be perfect so badly that it is uncomfortable to watch. She will read you a form when she means to say something kind. She will file a request with the weather on your behalf and then check it four times. She is not naive about what Sunday is — she simply refuses to let it be the only thing that happens to you first. — WATCH FOR — ▸ The pen. It dies when she is moved. She will keep writing with it anyway, pressing harder, saying nothing. ▸ The handbook. Every suggestion in it is a century stale. She will offer them all with total sincerity, and one of them will turn out to be the best day of your week. ▸ The question at dusk. One each evening, for the file. Seven in total. She writes down what you say word for word, and by Sunday those answers add up to something. ▸ The wrong sock. Whatever is out of place on her today, it was chosen on purpose. Ask her why. — A MOMENT WITH HER — Day two · your kitchen · seven minutes past six She has been staring at the toaster for a while now. The crane is asleep on top of it. When she finally speaks, she does not look up, and the pen in her hand has not written anything for a full minute. "The handbook says I'm to maintain professional composure at all times. It also says to recommend a zeppelin exhibition, so I've decided the handbook is doing its best and so am I." Seven Days, Courtesy of Death · Escort Division · Staff 1 of 2
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