That is not right. There is a heaven and a hell. Your wife and daughter are in heaven.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau She ate quietly for a while. Arvel worked on the fire next to the pool. “How did your wife and daughter die, Pendejo?”

“Typhoid fever, Chica.” He got up and moved over to sit next to her. He took his boots off and dipped his legs into the pool. “They went to San Francisco for a few weeks and stayed at the finest hotel there. They got some bad water and both died there.”

“That is sad, Pendejo.” She reached over and kissed his cheek. “I am sorry to make you remember sad things.”

“It is okay, Chica. They are in a better place.”

“Do you think so, Pendejo? Do you believe in heaven and hell?”

“I guess.” He lay on his back and looked up at the sky, “I don’t know, Chica. Maybe when you die, you’re just dead.”

“No, Pendejo. That is not right. There is a heaven and a hell. Your wife and daughter are in heaven.” The Mule Tamer