“Let’s see . . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy.”It was a broom cupboard.”

“I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.”

“After that, he tried to go upstairs through the broom cupboard, and then the yard. This seemed to puzzle him a little. But finally he discovered the stairs, all except the bottom on, and fell up them on his face. The whole castle shook.”

“Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.”

“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.”

“Hi," I return, gesturing to the fish. "Nice catch.""Yeah. I'm kind of impressed with myself. I always thought redheads were sexy.""Ha-ha. I meant the fish.""Ah. Yes.”