Truth be told, she wasn’t all that concerned about whether Menachem deserved to be down there or not. She’d come back with rope, after all. God could sort out the messier parts.

She gave it a tug, felt Menachem’s weight on it after he called up, and took a step back. Leaned her weight to tug, taking another steadying step. Inch by inch, foot by-

SNAP.

“Well, fuck.”

The remaining rope slackened, dangling in reach. Anita came over and looked down into the hole.

“You alright?”