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I worried I might get this answer.
“But she’ll be. . . ok, now, right?”
“Yes, she’s found her balance, thanks to you.”
I nod my nonexistent head. That’s all I wanted.
Oh, and for my man-gods to be ok.
“What happens when I die?” I ask hesitantly.
“You become one again with me. No different than now really,” is the response I get.
Huh, well, this isn’tterrible, by any means.
“And you swear all my men will be remade?”
“I swear,” the Universe echoes in amusement.
“Ok, take me and remake them,” I command. “Please,” I tack on as an afterthought.
I can feel the Universe’s curiosity.
“Why would you want to remake them? With all their powers, you all-powerful, limitless, practicallytheUniverse. You can have anything you want; be anyone you want.”
“I’m not anyone or anything without them,” I whisper, feeling an ache where my heart should have been. “I’ll never know how it happened. Damn fuckers snuck up on me and made me love them.”
I feel the Universe smile.
“If you are sure. . .”
“Lady. . . man. . . whatever you are. . . lady-man, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Can you just do me one favor?”
“I do not do favors.”
“Oh, I know,” I rush to explain. “It’s not anything big. . . just tell them I love them, please?”
“Very well,” the Universe concedes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Until we meet again, Zahra, farewell.”
“Later, alligator,” I joke, as I feel myself dissolve into nothing.
My last thought isThank the Universe I didn’t have to shit anyone back out.
CHAPTER 27
ZAHRA
I open my eyes, feeling disoriented.What the fuck kind of dream did I just have?I look around and find myself in the familiar surroundings of my childhood room back in my folks’ house in Minnesota. The bright sunshine streams through the windows and I see spring is well underway.Did I fucking sleep through winter?!
Now that’s the way to do it!
Hibernation all the way, baby.
My enthusiasm wanes when I remember my parents’ deaths and if I’m still here, that means my pitiful, jobless status hasn’t changed. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling, willing myself not to fall into another depressing funk. A noise from downstairs catches my attention. I bet Edgar has come to check in on me.
