No, I thought. Not just Hell. Really, Heaven was just as guilty. What kind of group could advocate goodness and not allow its members to love?

Piece of Heaven?"

"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.

God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Let this hell be our heaven.

All that damn therapy you made me go through — and sometimes, Dad, it takes going through hell to reach your heaven.” I looked at the door. “That bad huh?” “What?” “You like her that much?” “No.” I swallowed. “I love her.