John and Ruth were supposed to go to a wedding. Sammy was supposed to practice Fur Elise. the recital was in June. John would go to work Monday. The sun would rise. There was supposed to be a price increase. Christ would come again. The long weekend was three days. The leaves were green. Flowers grew in gardens. There could be clouds someday. God would whistle on the wind, his heedless proclamation a ball of dirt spinning around a globe of proclamated gas, itself just one of a billion trillion kazillion proclamations all returning mercilessly to dirt. John shaved. Ruth ironed. She ironed her dress. John's shirt.