“And lead us not into temptation…”
” Isabel. It’s always something.” thought Satan. He turned his attention to his Twitter feed. His user name was SSS.IKNOWPEOPLE.com.,ostensibly, a public relations firm. He knew how to make people despair and he lost no time making sure that the most desperate stories and gossip and rumor were directed toward Isabel’s Twitter account. Things were so much easier now. He swiveled around and felt that an “eyes on” report was in order.
“Isabel’s house. Now.”, he ordered to a minion.
The minion was at Isabel’s in no time. He was not prepared for what he saw. People used to protect their houses like this. Not any more. Who was this chick? The house was bristling at every window, every crack with an angel. The angels silently regarded the minion. Years ago, when the family had been having a tough time, Isabel had thought the events were sufficiently odd to warrant “calling down the heavens.” Isabel had asked God to post an angel at every opening in the house, no matter how small. When Isabel told her husband, he was amused.
“A bit of overkill, don’t you think?” her husband smiled, “How do you call them off?”
“You don’t. They’re here at God’s command and there they’ll stay.”
“A little boring for them. Aren’t they needed elsewhere? Like the Middle East?”
“I know that this is a big favor to ask, but it doesn’t bother God. He likes doing nice things for his children. We’ll be safe here.”
The minion was back with his boss.
“You’re not going to believe this. It’s like something out of the Middle Ages at this joint.”
“Really.” Satan leaned back. “Was the car there?”
“Nope. Out on the road. Subject was driving and guess who was in the passenger seat?”
“Robyn Sullivan!” the minion shrieked ,”Robyn Sullivan! Robyn Sullivan! Robyn Sullivan!”, he gibbered.
Robyn Sullivan? The mother? This was worse than he imagined.
“What was Isabel doing? ”
The minion barely whispered, “Praying, Boss.”
“To whom?”, Satan hissed,threateningly.
Enough. He’d worked for years on Isabel and her mother Robyn Sullivan. He had nurtured Pride, Vanity, Anger, Jealousy, Envy, Greed at every opportunity. Robyn Sullivan was a success story. In turn, he had afflicted Isabel with Fear, Doubt and Despair. He had used the 10 Commandments against her with mastery. She was so willing to believe in God, so willing to be obedient to His Laws. It was easy to just keep hitting her and hitting her and she’d just get up with her child faith and he’d hit her again. The time she died and had been rushed into the Presence of Jesus Christ was a set back. Now, she knew the reality of God. Still, it was simple to paint her as a dim- witted crack-pot. No one believed in the simplicity of faith. The modern man thought what you really needed were computer skills, a great resume and a top credit score. Well, his efforts would not be thwarted after all this time. Robyn Sullivan was dead and was going to stay dead and be abandoned by God.
Satan’s mind went back to the time when God’s Son had broken into Hell. That was a bad day. The worst. Everything was chaos. And there He was, the Living Christ, calm, and happy. Happy in Hell! He took all those souls to Himself and walked out and Satan hadn’t been able to do a thing about it. And this bitch Isabel was asking God to do it again? Never! Never again!
He was at Isabel’s truck in an instant and saw it was true. Robyn Sullivan was seated in the car. He blew up the engine and popped the tires, sending Isabel swinging from side to side, clipping two other cars. The other drivers slew to either side of the road, one of them landing in a ditch.
“What the Hell?” hollered one of the men. Robyn’s head started to rock from side to side.
“What the fuck? You’ve ruined my car! Look at it! Oh, Hell!” Robyn’s head rocked as if to the sound of music.
Isabel pulled herself out of her the burning car. Robyn remained seated , the smoke and flames roaring through her.Limping to safety, Isabel felt her head and arms and knew she was bleeding. A passerby was taking her picture and putting it on Facebook. Someone else was sending video to YouTube. Robyn didn’t know what Facebook or YouTube was, but she smiled in her burning perch. As Isabel slid down onto the rough grass, she could hear police units coming.
“I sure as Hell hope you’ve got insurance, you stupid cow! This is a Mercedes, you know! No’ I don’t suppose a hillbilly like you would know.”
The cops broke it up and started to take reports.
“I’ll need you to blow in the Breathalizer, ma’am,” said the police officer looking from the burning truck to the other cars.
Isabel nodded, rose and blew.
“Nada,” called the police officer to his partner.” What happened?”
” I don’t know.”
“Were you on the cell phone? Were you texting?”
“No”, said Isabel shaking.
“Alright. I’m writing down that your car was at fault. You’ll have to sign. You need to get in the ambulance and get checked out.” The police officer let the paramedics take over. He needed to get the road cleared.
“What’s funny?” asked his partner.
“Everybody says the truck was showing no signs of trouble. They say it exploded first and then the car went out of control. What the Hell?” Robyn’s dead eyes began to roll back in her head.