Margie had to go home for her wallet. She still used cash.
“What?” I laughed. “How do you get anything done without a god?”
Margie’s face twisted. “I just don’t see the point.”
“Here,” I pulled Chocorotan out of my pocket, “you can use mine.” Chocorotan grimaced at me, but he’s carved that way. “The commandments are easy. I only have to brush my teeth clockwise and avoid alligators.”
“No.”
“But...”
“No!” Maggie started walking again. “I’ll catch you up at the theater. Both of you, I guess.”
I watched her go. “Women are weird, O Lord,” I told Chocorotan.
