After they had left, it was remembered that they were divine.This was not the case on Mark and Talia’s secluded beach, where they were often visited...by the gods of two pantheons. They would sometimes drop by singly, and sometimes in small groups of no more than five. A few of their discussions on morality and policy went on continuously for days.The middle four hours of their workday was spent traveling and talking to people. This involved anything from informal chats over tea with chance-met. I could see them clearly from outside. However, because I was in the dark they could not see me and anyway, they were too excitedly busy with themselves to notice me. Dev stood straight facing my wife Ritu. He had kept his flour covered eyes shut. In the bathroom too, Dev’s hands gripped Ritu’s waist reaching behind her; as if he wanted to keep his balance. In the compact space, Dev pulled Ritu in his arms. There was no gap between their pelvises.It was only minutes ago that Dev had grabbed my. " Okay, Sara," Debby pouted. "Go have fun while I eat my miserable sandwich and apple." Poor baby," Sara clucked. But both women were grinning.Sara went back into her office to get her purse. As she came out, she locked the door, waved goodbye to Debby and walked out the front door. She felt an electric sense of excitement at going to meet this young man and making love with him.* * *There was a black Mustang parked at the curb in front of her house as Sara pulled her silver Lexus into her. ”I had heard it earlier. But it hadn’t registered. A crashing thunderclap of pain blew out the circuits in my brain. I said, “Wait, what???!! Pia!!!?? Dead???!!! Beaten to death??!!! How did that happen???!!!” Stale donuts laughed and said, “You ought to know, since you’re the guy who did it.” I was too stunned to speak. I just sat there opening and closing my mouth like a boated marlin. Then the appalling reality hit me.I said with disbelief, “Honestly, you’re telling me that my wife is DEAD?”.