While shaking out his cleats on the carpet, Eliott asks, “Daddy, what are these things?” “Well son, when embittered housekeepers pass away and arrive at the Gates, they line up in a special queue. God’s clerk gives them a choice. They can rest their weary souls in an eternal all-inclusive in the clouds. Or, their blackened, vengeful souls can be frozen and shattered with a hammer into those tiny granules of spite that fall from the heavens and sprinkle our all-weather pitches.”
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 00:25:38 +0000
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