Me: still wiping sleep from my eyes. Bleary. Opening files on my computer. Content because late last night I figured out how to cut what needed to be cut and still keep most things.
Cousin Roommate: Doing laundry.
Doorbell: BING BONG
Me: Confused…we don’t have visitors. We especially don’t have visitors that are up before 10:30 am, nor that ring our doorbell. I hear anti-social cousin close the laundry room door. Apparently, mystery visitor is my responsibility. At the door is a well dressed woman in a baby blue skirt suit. As I open the door I notice another woman, also well dressed, smiling from the base of the stairs where she waits with a baby carriage. They are both smiley happy and their hair is shiny and clean and sparkles in the sun. I’m only wearing pants because I slept in them. My hair is up, because yesterday was Writing Day and I hadn’t bothered to shower. It’s poking out in crazy sleepspun poofs. Halfasleep, I open the door before I look down to what’s in her hands. By the time I do it’s too late.
Woman on the stairs: HI! I’m …….. and this is my sister …….. and we’re making brief visits to share the joys of scripture…..
There’s a brief moment where several scenarios bounce around in my head.
Writer brain screams "HEY! Ask her if she knows of any demons that would be able to take out a reaper! Maybe something with wings! OOoooO! DO IT!!!
Leah brain mumbles: Tell her the truth! "Listen lady…I’m writing a story about Fallen angels and the only good angel who’s shown up is gay. Flaming gay. But my cousin is a Satanist…let me see if he wants some Scripture with his Cheerios….
Writer brain giggles because that would be a good story, but has a better idea. "Tell her the quote you used to start chapter one!
"For her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead."
– Proverbs 2:18
There is a pause before I smile sweetly and say "No thanks!" in a pleasant voice as I close the door. God, you owe me one.