Lizzy slid god back over to a right-of-center place on the mantel.
The electric god was plugged into a wall outlet. Yes, god was bright.
Yet, god was not painful to look at. And god was not painful to touch.
"Who the hell told you that god is a he?" Annabel said.
"Who the shit told you that our god was an it?" Bejewel said. She
crossed her arms and looked at her twin with a fighting look in her eye.
Annabel gasped and put a hand up over her mouth. "I cannot believe youmjust used that sort of language. And right in the presence of It!"
She pointed at god, sitting as expressionless as the North Star on the
"You mean to say 'right in front of Him,' don't you?" she said to
Annabel. Then she turned to Lizzy. "Or maybe god is 'She.' What do youthink, Lizzy?"
Mother called from the kitchen that it was dinner time. After the two
sisters left the room, Lizzy unplugged god. She took god gently into her
hand. Smiled at god. Kissed god. Patted god on the head and said that
she loved god. And then with a heave, she lobbed god toward the center
of the room. God crashed against the floor, shattered into pieces. Lizzy
jumped down off the chair to inspect god. Some of god sat on the floor
in big chunks, some in little fragments. Some of god turned to dust.
The 4-year-old took one of the larger chunks in her tiny hand, and
placed it lovingly on the right side of the mantel. Another was placed
at the very center. Another, she placed left-of-center on the mantel.
Still another chunk went on the floor beneath a chair looking up to the
mantel. Another chunk she set on the corner bookshelf, with a sweepingview of the entire fireplace mantel, from left all the way over to theright. The remaining pieces of god she set in various places about theliving room.
Smiling with self-satisfaction, she took the cord and dropped it into
the trash, and toddled off into the dining room to join her family.