She had a dream one night that she was sitting in a park and the breeze was soft and there was the sound of children playing but the sky grew dark and the wind blew in with the smell of rot and shit and from a chasm up jumped the devil and he was tall and lean with knees that bent the wrong way and he moved like a marionette and his was the crooked smile of the boy in her heart and when he flashed it her way she feared she would sign whatever paper he put before her.