According to all those Darwinists, what did we descend from?' It's all about Darwin's theory of evolution.'

In those days, everyone did everyone, didn't they? I mean, Adam and Eve were the first. 'So he had sex with his sister?' Mustache asked. Mustache stopped, as if waiting for applause. So the question is, who did Cain reproduce with? I mean, the only other available woman is Eve and she's getting on in years. 'You sure?' He frowned, thinking about it. 'So Adam and Eve have two sons, Cain and Abel. 'We have Adam'-then he held up his left-'and we have Eve.

'Which has been proven wrong by science.' 'Okay,' Mustache said, 'Adam begot Eve or whatever the hell the term was.' We all hurt those we love, don't we? But it was bad karma to hurt the innocent. But now, thanks to her recent blend of idiocy and selfishness, she could add total strangers to the list of victims of the Marianneįor some reason, hurting strangers seemed worse. That was her exclusive club of whom to emotionally maim-those she loved most. In the past, she had hurt those closest to her. She'd destroyed something good and now that she'd tried to get it back, well, Marianne had screwed that up too. Her entire life had been a sprint away from anything righteous and decent, looking for the next unobtainable fix, a perpetual state of boredom punctuated by pathetic highs. The mindless chatter, once she let go, was distracting. She was drinking to numb and damn it if it wasn't working. Tonight, though, the idea of leaving with a man held no interest. She had been in too many places like this, looking to hook up and hoping it would come to more. First came Adam, then Eve was formed out of his rib.' 'The Bible tells us that's what happened. 'Yes, of course.' He petted his mustache as if it were a small rodent that needed calming. 'The one where he was the first man and she was the first woman?' 'Okay,' Mustache said, 'you know about Adam and Eve, right?' Marianne was going to protest, but it might be easier not to. 'Just hold on, little lady, I want you to hear this too.' Marianne said, 'Would you like to switch stools, so you can be next to one another?' Marianne hoped that it would make the mustache man and straw-haired woman disappear.

She peered into her glass as if it were a diamond she was sizing up for an engagement ring. Marianne was the unlucky luncheon meat in their bad-pickup sandwich. The over-bleached blonde with brittle hair of straw he was trying to impress with this stimulating banter was on her left. He had a big bushy mustache straight out of a seventies porn flick. She made a face and shot the man a quick glance. Marianne nursed her third shot of Cuervo, marveling at her endless capacity to destroy any good in her pathetic life, when the man next to her shouted, 'Listen up, sweetcakes: Creationism and evolution are totally compatible.'

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