Epilogue - The Book of Job Revisited

Back in Heaven Angelo toiled away at large desk. His vagrant clothes hung on a hook on the door of a spacious office. He had a new flat screen monitor and a nice corner office with a view of the cosmos.

Imp entered the door left open a crack, “Okay, nice digs… what happened here  for ya ta get you this?”

Angelo leaned back on his chair and passed a pint Heavenly nectar to Lucky. “Oh, nothing much… just doing my job.” 

“Heh-heh, you mean job, or Jōb, eh?” Lucky was only a little sour about having lost his bet; but, what the hell, he had been wagering with Angelo for millions of years. There would be plenty more chances to make up for this loss.

“You want to double up on another one?” Angelo was delighted, as Lucky squirmed at the prospect of losing another bet.

“Hey, the Big L put me in one of the darkest corners of the lower levels of Hell for that last wager.” 

Lucky knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation to gamble and he knew Angelo knew it.

“Lookie here, this girl…” Angelo showed Imp a picture as it came up on the screen. The Fu, splayed out on the Tibetan rug, overdosed as a couple E.M.T's applied the paddles.

“Oh yeh…, the Fu!” Imp smacked his lips and took a long draw off the pint, “You betcha, I’ll bite…. Double or nothin’?”

In a flash, Angelo transformed into the Vagrant; the Kahuna; the Imp; and danced the dance of creation as Shiva, proclaiming the sequel, Adrienne.

“Now, that’s another story...”

It can be said that it is love
that destroys us
 and I have found it so.
But the kind of love that destroys us
 is the same fire from which
 the Phoenix of renewal arises.

The End