Chapter 48

Like I’m not being serious enough for him. Like he wants to hurry up and get this joke over with because he’s got something else to do. Hello? We’re dead. Everything else suddenly became a lot less important.

“I’m listening,” I say, earnest, because I am listening despite myself. Because I love him, even the really bad way he tells senseless jokes. Another kiss on the nose and I prompt, “The first guy steps on a duck.”

He nods. “And out of nowhere St. Peter comes with this ugly woman and chains her to the guy. Like we’re chained together. And the guy’s all, what the hell? And St. Peter goes, this is your punishment for stepping on a duck. You have to be chained to this ugly woman for all eternity.”

I narrow my eyes. “St. Peter called her ugly?”

“It’s just a joke.” He picks at one of my nipples where it strains against my shirt. I love it when he does that. “Let me finish.”