84.

Cairo works in Hell for a night, on a dare. His employment lasts just long enough for the eccentric merit badge. During confession, the 4.5 hour stint comes up, naturally. “I knew you wouldn’t last,” smirks Santiago.

“Lasting wasn’t part of the dare.” Cairo exhales, dragonlike. “And quitting Hell… that’s like working your own salvation.”

Santiago prescribes a batch of Hail Marys, bums a cigarette.

Cairo confesses, weakly: It wasn’t even the whole sex trade thing that turned him off; it was the lighting.