Here in Heaven it is Sunday morning and time to go to Church. The front door is open. Outside the birds are chirping and the bells are ringing. I am wearing my grey top hat and dressed swank on the edge of the couch ~ waiting for Diana. We’ve been married for about half a year. It’s absolutely ridiculous how happy we are.
She twirls into the living room and stands in front of me. She loves to stand in front of me when I’m sitting down ~ especially when she’s naked. I love it too because she’s beautiful and she’s my wife. But why is she naked now? And what is that on top of her head?
“I’m ready,” she says.
“You’re naked,” says I. “How can you be ready when you’re naked?” I’m looking up at her pretty startled. The contraption draped over her head has eyes and claws and lots of fur. It looks like the skin of a wild raccoon. “And what’s that on top of your head?”
“Uncle Davy gave me this. C’mon. Let’s go.” She lifts my hand in her very warm one and in her gentle way pulls me up off the couch and toward the door.
“Hold it!” I protest as I abruptly stop in my tracks. I shut the door, accidentally slamming it. Obviously I’m losing my cool and on the verge of causing a scene, which doesn’t really matter because we’re home alone. We’re still holding hands.
Thank God we’re holding hands. But are we going to make it to Church this morning? Diana’s point-blank emerald eyes are killing me. She raises one smooth shoulder like it is the “good morning” sun ~ a few inches from my chin. Meanwhile my knees are beginning to wobble and I am on the verge of kneeling before we even get to Church!
Jesus Christ have mercy…
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