"I nodded."I hope we can trust you," she said.I smiled at her. "Bolt the door," I said.Before I slept, I went out and encouraged my funeral pyre again...with some lighting oil. It was a nasty thing to look at and worse to smell. It would have been hard to find anything looking human. The bodies seemed to have melted together.Free of my belt, boot and britches, I slid under the old quilt and was nearly gone when the door quietly opened and a ghostly figure came to the side of my bed."You asleep?". ”Maaran assured Ramya everything was okay and that he would be back as quickly as possible. Maaran mimicked smoking a joint and Ramya realized he was going to buy some more dope. He asked Sachin to keep her company until he could return. Sachin agreed but Ramya shot daggers at his back as Maaran left the table.Ramya finished her wine and ordered another. Sachin looked at her with concern.”You okay?” he asked.”No . . . Yeah, I’m fine” Ramya replied. She waved her hand in the air dismissively and. "Ow! That kind of hurts! I mean, not really. Nothing hurts me! I am too awesome to feel pain!"The booming voice roared as He plucked me off of him and held me between His giant thumb and finger. He held me up to his face to get a better look at me, and vice versa.I was shocked by what a saw. God was no old white man with a big long white beard and long white hair. He had short, messy, thinning ginger hair that looked very greasy, and some wiry bumfluff over his top lip. And he was covered in. ’ ‘Sweet, no problems Jim, I’ll arrange it, bring flowers, for her.’ ‘Yes, good, right OK, see you.’ I put the phone down grinning. Then an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion came over me, I sat down at the table and put my head in my arms. I must have dropped off, it was dark and quiet. I checked the locks again, and went upstairs, dragging my clothes off I climbed into bed and pulled the duvet over me. I was out for the count and didn’t wake until eight thirty. A real lay-in for me. I lazed.