Revelator

by Daryl Gregory

This was a southern home, and even blood enemies wouldn’t draw swords before coffee and corn bread.

And why was this God so het up for people to burn things in His honor that He sent the ram in there, like somebody showing up for dinner with their own chicken and demanding you cook it? It was the Jesus thing all over again.

Pee Wee was her long-distance distributor. He didn’t so much run moonshine as gently escort it across state lines. He kept to the speed limit, and drove only late-model sedans, relying on the appearance of propriety and affluence to avoid police attention, and his personal charm on the rare occasions he was stopped.

Usually the quickest way to get rid of a Baptist was to tell them you were out of fried chicken.