The devil inside

“Oh, this house has a broom rack!” she screeched with excitement. “Please, like you need more brooms-” joked her husband before being interrupted by her seething voice. “Beelzebub! Stop smooshing your sister’s horns into their couch.” With a deep sigh, she turned to her husband. “Lucifer, dear, can you light a fire under Satanay and…