“Oh, man,” says Caraway, “with a name like that you must have gone through–”

Satan smiles. “It’s just the Hebrew for ‘adversary.’ Like being named Buster.”

“Bet you had fun at school,” chuckles Caraway.

Silence.

“Anyway, your application seems fine,” Caraway mutters. “Just looking for seasonal work?”

“With an eye toward the future, if there’s a permanent opening. And if I stay in town.”

“Well, bring me three forms of ID tomorrow, and the job’s yours.”

“Good to hear.” Satan sounds relieved; they stand and shake.

“Welcome to Pet A Bit, Satan,” says Caraway. “I hope you like hickory and piss.”