The night was moist. Horror was common. Stupors were a thing of the past. ‘Love’ was hard to live with—and live without, for that matter. For the sake of appearances, she would go out with him. After years of disappointment she learned to love him. Time loved ‘em both. They were old creatures when God finally took them home. In the afterlife he grew to hate her. Everywhere he looked, she was there. Heaven became Hell. Suddenly he found himself wanting Earth more than anything else. This ‘sharing’ shit was for the birds. He wanted a good fuck. He never would’ve used the word ‘fuck’ though. He called it ‘spreadin the wealth.’ God heard his wishes and sent him back to Earth. God kept the bitch. He returned to his job at the factory. People asked him where he’d been. Everything was fine for a while. One night, while he was sleeping, he received a faxed letter. It was from the bitch. She said God had been taking good care of her. She also mentioned that she missed...