The Highland Fling

“Do you think I should add anything?” I whisper from the side of my mouth.“Huh? Oh, uh . . .” She taps her chin. “Maybe something about His hair.”“I don’t know what God’s hair looks like. Do you?”“Uh . . . white and flowy?”I look up toward the cracked ceiling. “And your hair is . . . magnificent. Do you use Herbal Essences?”“I don’t think He needs to shower,” Dakota says, clicking on a picture of Anita’s baby to get a better look. “And He sure as shit isn’t using Herbal Essences.”“Why the hell not?” I ask, sitting up and staring down at my friend.“Because He’s God. Why use Herbal Essences when He created Paul Mitchell?”Valid.