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The clouds were pink and fat and hilarious looking, like hippo ballerinas in a Disney movie.




"Don't think of us here forever. Think of us back in Guatemala with our families. Having another baby. When the world is different from now."


"When will that ever be," I said "Never."


-Tayler and Esteven.




"It's like this" I told Turtle "There's a whole invisible system for helping out the plant that you'd never guess was there." I loved this idea. "It's just the same as with people. The way Edna has Virgie, and Virgie has Edna, and Sandi has Kid Central Station, and everybody has Mattie. And on and on."






"Good guess, but no. They are starving because they only have spoons with very long handles. As long as that." He pointed to the mop, which I had forgotten to put away. "With these ridiculous, terrible spoons, the people in hell can reach into the pot but they cannot put the food in their mouths. Oh, how hungry they are! Oh, how they swear and curse each other!" he said, looking again at Virgie. He was enjoying this.


"Now," he went on, "you can go and visit heaven. What? You see a room just like the first one, the same table, the same pot of stew, the same spoons as long as a sponge mop. But these people are all happy and fat."


"Real fat, or do you mean just well-fed?" Lou Ann asked.


"Just well-fed," he said. "Perfectly, magnificently well-fed, and very happy. Why do you think that is?"


-Lou Ann, Esteven and Tayler.

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