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“About how far is it?”
“About a half-hour away.”
The thunder rumbled.
“Is God angry?” my son asked.
After a little bit of time, “&$#*@ GOD!!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!”
The lights went back on, and shortly after, my dad came back to rejoin us.
“What was that all about?” my mom asked him.
“I don't know,” he replied. “It keeps going out more and more often.”
“Wha-why?” I asked half-asleep. “It's Saturday.” I rolled over.
“GET UP!” she yelled as she tore off the blankets.
I fell out of bed, and almost did a face-plant on the floor.
“C'MON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!”
I heard my dad mumbling things. “Is God angry?” I asked.
“Yes, and I will fight him. I don't care what he thinks.”
“God will win.”
“DON'T EVEN GIVE ME THAT BALONEY! NOW GET IN THE CELLAR!!!”
My family and I, except my dad, went in the cellar... I never saw him again.
“Huh-what?”
“Is God angry?” my son asked again.
“Yes he is, and I will accept his judgment. C'mon, we'll get in the cellar.”