362. The beams of light radiating out of the oncoming cars' headlights that night replicated the rays of greens and browns and yellows branching out from the pupils of his eyes. He switched on the radio to drown out the noise coming from the back, forgetting the tuner was stuck on God FM. The Priest fanned contention by speaking about our need to forgive God, and then diffused it by laughing like Elmer Fudd. He closes his eyes, wishing he could also close his ears. The drive started in fog and ended, six hours later, in rain; he was ready to strangle his sons and toss his wife out the window; instead, he sighed deeply and opened the car door.