Chapter 22
“You have Modify and Delete privileges?” Peter leapt to his feet from his chair in the Devil’s kitchen. He was almost shaking with excitement.
Eric rested a hand on his shoulder to calm him down and felt the man actually vibrating.
“We really, really need to talk. I don’t think God ever knew that.”
“Jerk never listened,” Michelle grumbled into her coffee.
“He got better over time. Recently he—”
“I don’t care about all that.” Valerie cut him off. “So, you and God got off to a bad start. Big deal. Been there. Done that. If you have any doubts, I’ll introduce you to Landau f*****g McKenzie, my ex. I want to know what the, uh, Hell are we doing in Hell?”
Eric couldn’t take his eyes from Valerie as she strode back and forth about the kitchen. This was her killer-Mac mode and i
