Life Punishes Us—Can Death Save Us?
“Death saves the good so that life can punish the bad,” Roy said.
Jorge Millard staggered back to his room, fighting the agonizing memories from taking control of his body, mind, and, soul, again. His mother, father, and brother are dead. He was the only one left alive. Yes, his father left enough money for him to take care of his mother and brother. He did the best he could, he reminded his conscience.
As he was about to hit the bed, a voice behind him said, “You can’t go back to bed. Lots of work must be done because three tenants have moved out!”
It was one of the tenants whom he hired to assist him in running the huge tenement that his family owned.
Jorge turned around, stared at Roy, and said, “What the hell am I paying you for?”
“To clean up,” Roy reminds him. “I already did. But you need to do your part.”
“Why am I alive?” he moaned plopping down on the bed.
“Because you are evil,” Roy said.
He bolted up, glared at him, and screamed, “You are fired!”
“Again?” Roy said, grinning easing closer. “You need to stop doing that because every time you fire me, you come back for me and have to pay me more.”
