HERSELF: “Hey! Guess what?”
MYSELF: “God is dead and I didn’t make His will?”
“No. I fixed our phone bill.”
“The land line?”
“Stripped down to the basics.”
“What about the cells?”
She hands me a box, wrapped like a present.
ME: “You bought me a Jesus Phone?”
I tear the wrapping away.
“A CRACKBERRY? YOU BOUGHT ME A CRACKBERRY! ON AN ATT CONTRACT?”
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