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93 WANT: A SYMPHONY Los Muertos The afterlife really began to annoy Belén. True, there were great benefits to take pleasure in such as victory over pain and hunger and fatigue. And she could puff away on her fat, hand-rolled cigarettes without fear of cancer. Visiting with Celso and others was not so bad, either. Here, there were no hurt feelings if you wanted some privacy. Everyone understood. The transgressions from life on Earth also were forgiven. And there were, of course, answers to the many questions that have haunted people for so long: Is there but one, true religion? Why does God allow evil to exist? Does God really care if Notre Dame wins a football game? And of course there was the great revelation of finally being able to see the face of God—after a lifetime of wondering. But what annoyed Belén was the fact that she still had plenty of free will. Too much, truth be told. She could stay in heaven or wander back down to Earth and observe the living, visit them while they slumbered, assert herself in night visions. Belén knew before she died that spirits liked to stay involved in this way. She’d seen her own late mother, Mónica, once or twice in dreams. One day, after much thought, Belén confronted God about all this. “Why,” she asked, “can’t I simply stay here and enjoy eternal peace with Celso and the rest of my dead family and friends?” “You may certainly do that,” answered God. “I’m not stopping you.” “But I feel compelled to come back to Earth from time to time to assist my children,” Belén continued as she puffed on her fat cigarette. She blew magnificent, perfect smoke rings that impressed God mightily. “You may do what you want, my daughter,” said God in a patient, loving voice. Belén noticed that God was both handsome and beautiful at the same time with a countenance that shimmered and undulated and filled her with warmth. God’s good looks were distracting. She had to concentrate to stay on point. 94 “But you know as well as I that if given a choice, I will interfere with the living,” said Belén as she puffed more rapidly on her cigarette. “And your point is?” Belén marveled at how God could answer like that without sounding one bit snotty. But He could do anything, of course. After a tad more discussion, Belén realized that God wouldn’t budge on the rules. She threw her hands up in exasperation. God laughed. Belén cherished His laugh. In fact, it was one of the best things about the afterlife. “I love you more than you could ever know,” said God. Seeing that God prepared to leave, Belén said: “Please don’t go.” “So much to do!” exclaimed God before disappearing. Belén shrugged. She should have known better than to waste her time trying to argue with God. But since time no longer meant anything, it really didn’t matter. Belén looked down to Earth. Her children were more or less sleeping. She squinted. Who was that? Oh, yes. Max Klein. Belén liked his looks and knew that he generally had a good heart. And she’d met his late wife, Ruth, who was the life of the party and quite an intellectual, a philosopher even. What that poor Ruth went through in the camps! Oh, it angered Belén so. But Ruth could talk about such horrible things without getting upset. One of the benefits of the afterlife, of course. In fact, just the other day, they’d had a very nice chat about the many faces of evil. Belén squinted again: There was Max, fast asleep on his couch, dreaming of Julieta! Shame, shame, shame! “She’s married, you!” Belén sighed and came down into Max’s dream. She liked the car she landed in: soft leather seats, bright gadgets on the dashboard, and a smooth ride. Belén puffed on her cigarette and tried to think. What should I tell this nice, confused old man? Should I scare him witless? She turned to him. Max sat in the other car as Julieta drove. My, this man loves her, doesn’t he? Belén thought. This will be rough going. She pondered her options for a moment. What should I say to him? How can I...

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