I roll over in the bed and wrap my arms around my wife. As usual, she is cold and stiff but soon loosens up and spoons against me. We lay there in the quiet, sharing my warmth. I think of her death three years ago, wondering as always when I will have the courage to bury her.
The DJ cut out the booming music and leaned into the microphone, “Listen up, people! How many are you are human?” A laugh passed through the crowd as everyone looked at the party goers around them. Sensing a joke, many raised their hands. Knowing it wasn’t, the others didn’t. “Ah, ha, ha! Then the rest of you…let’s eat!”
