Existence Womb (78)

   
   "Existence Womb (78)"
   
   Buck took Miriam back to their modest studio apartment thingamajig over the garage in a SS Chevelle from the late 60's powered by the always true 350 motor.  He had worked his way into buying it off a sublime cooter with a singular addiction to Kodiak mint snuff.  The twosome were tired, Miriam more so, and they each laid upon their humble futons, the lack of air-conditioning in the hot Arkansas summer bothering them not, as the Good Ghost ignited them with a cooling hue of icy blue.

MIRIAM
You ever think we'll have normal lives Buck?

BUCK
What is normal?  Two kids, a mortgage, jobs we hate, stress, and lack of unmasking the truth?

MIRIAM
I do think we have stress.

BUCK
Remember your coyote.  Negativity breeds more.  Focus on the white coyote.  Up first in Newfoundland, totally resistant to the harsh elements, and as playful as a Smurf armed with white magic.

MIRIAM
What's a Smurf?  Is it like one of them gnomes you can buy at Home Depot?

BUCK
Girl, you gotta get with Papa.  And not the pizza man or Smurf.  Look, even though the Trinity is, in a sense, singular, as Saint Patrick showed with the Shamrock, Papa is upon the throne, yet the love of all things magnanimous encompass Him.  And with all that sublimity in the heavens, we can have a paradise in our hearts if we stay focused and love our family.

MIRIAM
Are we family Buck?

BUCK
Of course.  Nothing is more loyal than a wolf, or dogs in general.  That is why Papa crafted them into existence.  Man's best friend--a furry gift of forever friendship.