Specifics
A couple attempt to relax.
The husband and wife relaxed on the beach in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Cecil and Paulina tried to anyway. Ideas just kept biting into their consciousness like sand fleas.
“That’s where you get into trouble. Specifics. Is God wearing an aloha shirt and Bermuda shorts? Does he drive a Lamborghini and flash a platinum watch?” Paulina asked.
“Let’s just enjoy our time off, okay?” Cecil asked.
“No, I’m serious. Is God tall? Is he short? What does he do during the week? We know he gets off during the weekend. Those prayers…does he have angels that report them to him?”
“No way.”
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