“We don’t like to talk about it much,” he said to me.
“I still don’t understand what happened though. Do me a favour, would ya?”
“All right, all right. But don’t tell the big guy I told you this.”
He stepped up around the podium and put his hairy lips to my ear.
“It was an out-of-body experience.”
“A what? You’re kidding! I’ve been going to the library every fucking…’
“… every darned week for the past year, and nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”
He shrugged. “Circumstances.”
“Yeah, well, I’m here now.” I was pissed. “One minute I’m sitting, quietly I might add,” I glared at him, “reading a book and the next minute I’m standing beside myself watching my head get smashed in by a falling book case.”
St. Peter chuckled. “You must be crushed.”