“You’re dead lucky to be out of all that,” said the angel. “Pardon the expression.”

Tom blinked. The fire still raged below them. He had taken sleeping pills and hadn’t woken up in time.

“But,” he began. “My wife...”

“Not really with her mother. She and her lover are at the Motel Six on Evergreen.”

Tom foundered. “My kids...”

“Doing drugs and drinking as we speak,” smiled the angel.

“Well, my job then!”

“You were fired.”

Tom glared defiantly. “There was always my dog.”

“Who do you think accidentally set fire to your house?” The angel replied.

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