"When Heinrich Heine was dying—the German poet?"
"Yeah?"
"When he was dying he said, ‘God will pardon me. It’s His profession.’ "
"That's not bad."
"It's probably even better in German. I shtup and you detect and God pardons." She lowered her eyes. "I just hope He does." she said. "When it's my turn in the barrel, I hope He's not down in Barbados for the weekend."