Miss Pettibone hated all mankind, and that, to be sure, included women as well as men. The one week anniversary of her wedding date found her bereft in her apartment, almost without energy enough to curse the mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch who left her at the altar, the wanton, deceitful, despicable, piece of shit slut maid of honor who stole her mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch intended without so much as a sorry, the airline who honored their honeymoon tickets to Hawaii without the common courtesy to have the plane explode into ten trillion flaming pieces, and God him-or-her self, who deigned not bestow volcano, tsunami, earthquake, or Ebola upon the happy couple. Yes, she cursed all mankind and the creator to boot. Exempt only were her two dogs, Dapper and Duffer. “You still love me, don’t you, boys?”