AND NOW, A COOKIE FROM TODAY’S WORK:
“Can you make my mother be alive?” begged Nick.
“Can I?“ Satan sounded insulted. “I’ve defied angels, archangels, efreets, imps, It, The Thing, Them, and all the rest of the livestock. I’ve cornered the sin market on this planet—God can just handle that tedious forgiveness thing, of course. I’ve gotten Yankees and Red Sox fans to sit down at the same table for brunch! A minor little matter of life and death… You look skeptical. I suppose you don’t believe I’m magic. Well, watch this.”
He pulled the engineer’s cap from his head with a flourish and rummaged around in it. His hand came back up, holding a mangy, malformed rabbit by its ears. The rabbit’s eyes were a glowing red, and it was foaming at the mouth. It tried to bite his arm. He shook his head.
“I don’t know why they always end up being rabid. Oh well. Anyway, the point is that bringing Mom back to you is as easy as 3.1416– that is to say, pie.” Satan winked. “Didn’t you always just know that the devil invented math?”