The Guy invited me to his church congregation. What?! I don’t know shit about J33zuz or whatever! Guess that’s what I get for never asking. It’s none of my business. But I’m still surprised by the offer. The Guy normally doesn't hang out with The Randos. I suspect a secret fraternity. The Guy’s hazing me. I’m dead serious. The Guy’s grip is tight around my wrist; I despise this body. So pathetic. “To die will be an awfully big adventure.” Man, poor Wendy.