Euphemia Magdalena
Euphemia, smiled gently as she followed Kris into the shop taking of her glasses as she did so. She took a deep breath when entering, and smiled she loved them smell a hint of some dried blood that dripped under counter or under a fingernail it was enough to liberate her senses. “I sense one of your helpers missed a spot under the counter.” She told him; with a small smile she knew firsthand how hard it was to get rid of blood, that’s why all her furniture has plastic covers over them. Yes, that was why and not just because the last time she redecorated was 1958.
"There are some things in this century I do wish would change." she said. "In my day, a woman didn't refer to a man that wasn't her husband by his christian name, It just wasn't done." she sighed, knowing those days were gone a long distant memory. "But alas, I suppose today just has me in a whirl." she shook her head. "Today, was my George's birthday and I had to make his favorite Cherry-Berry Pie, I know it's silly but I haven't broken the tradition in two hundred years. It just seem second nature now, and oh dear I am rambling aren't I?" she finished and took a deep breath, apologizing, "I am sorry like said it has been hectic for me today."
She herd the door open behind her and turned, to see a filmier man, how hadn't she noticed him before. "A..." she gasped, "Mr. Wicker?" she recognized the man from her human day. Her husband's good friend, and the man she broke her marriage vows with. She turned back to the counter, not today, not today, tomorrow but not today. she thought to herself as she waited for her order.