"Next." A woman standing at a counter quietly called.

Lena, a beautiful brunette, who had been in a kind of daze, looked up noticing there was no one ahead of her in line. She raised her pale, slim hand and quickly approached the woman.

"Jes. I am 'ere." Lena, answered as quietly as possible, in her thick Italian accent. "But, my I ask a questy-on?"

"Yes Ma'am, of course." The young clerk began typing something into a kind of machine Lena had never seen before.

"Where is 'ere?" She said gazing hopefully at the clerk.

"Well, I guess you could say this Heaven. Honestly, this is Heaven's WRLO."

"Escusee?"

"I'm sorry. It's the waiting room for loved ones."

"Waitin' room?"

"Well, this is where you meet your loved ones, the ones who passed on before you. Ma'am, what is your name?"

Lena, who was still in a haze, whispered, "Lena Romano Micelli. Does dis mean dat I am. . ."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you. But, if you go through the door to the right, Joseph is waiting for you."

"Josef?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain right now. I guess you don't remember do you?"

"No. I don't remem-bear a Josef?"

"Well just go through that door and he'll explain everything to you."

Lena looked around for the first time, trying to get her barrings. The last thing she remembered was closing her eyes in her own bedroom. Her husband, Matty, had been holding her hand. What had happened?

"I'm dead?" She thought to herself as she continued walking towards the door. She looked around at everything. It looked like a office, but like no office she'd ever been to before. There were filing cabinets and desks with flat boxes that had pictures and words flashing on them. Even the furniture was all white or made of wood. It was a beautiful building. Everyone who walked past her smiling in their white clothing. She arrived at the door and grabbed a hold of the door knob, unsure of whether or not she wanted to open it.

"Hee-Haw! Hellooo Lena!" Yelled a round, red headed, red mustached gentleman who was getting up from the bench he'd been sitting at.

Lena looked around and found that the office on the other side of the doorway had disappeared. She was now standing on her street, with the people she saw everyday buzzing around her and many of them walking right through her. The rotund man standing next to her looked horribly out of place in her neighborhood. Not only did his red hair make him stand out, but also the robe, pajamas and slippers he wearing were a bright white, in contrast to the gray, dusty, dirty streets of the city.

"Where have you been? We've got to get moving. Today is important."

"Escusee, signore. We are familiga?"

"Lena, if we don't go help Matty right now, we won't be."

He grabbed her hand and began to run as quickly as his jolly belly would allow.

"Signore, where are a we going? If some ting is wrong with my Matty, maybe I could tell jou a faster way to get there." She said following him. Concern was building up in her heart, wondering what could be causing her husband to be in such danger or pain.

"When we get to him, I need you to do whatever you can think of to help him calm down and listen to Robert."

"Signore?"

"Just do whatever you can to help him calm down, Lena. God will do the rest."

©Ilda M. Spurgeon