“Really, Duke? You made my name Jessica Fury?” He snorted. “You have to have a first name up there. You can’t walk around telling people you are The Fury.” “Oh, come on. It’s not my fault—” “You picked the ‘Jessica’ of the Afterlife,” he finished for me. “I know, I know. I’ve heard it for decades. You still needed a name, and I may be dead, but my sense of humor isn’t.”
Gracie Lou Freebush, anyone?
