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“And Linda?”
“She stayed behind. We never got along all that well, so it was for the better.”
“You were dead and she was alive. Of course she stayed behind.”
“Well, there’s that.” Again, his shoulders shrugged.
“Cindy and I saw Linda, a couple of times after you … you did die, didn’t you?”
“Painfully. I woke up that morning, booted up the computer, took one look at the stock we had all that money in, you know the one. How much did you lose? I got off easy with a heart attack and death.”
“Gold, I have to tell you. I didn’t buy any.”
“Not even after I told you to bet everything on it?”
“Especially not then.”
“Absolved of that one, anyway.” He looked up at me from the seat of the riding mower. “How’s Cindy?”
“We’re still together, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I always knew you would be. For eternity.”
Suddenly, I thought I had it all figured out. “Gold,” I said, “Tell me the truth.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Did you fake your death because of that stock deal?”
“Of course not.”
“Then, what’s the story here?”
“Just as you see it, Dave.”
“Are we all dead and this is heaven or hell?”
“You already know the answer.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you tried the pizza?”
Copyright (c) 2012, Alex Morton
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