Page 39 (1/1)

The Ant and Laura had succeeded in pullingthe on the floor Garrett still hadn&039;tif I&039;d hear dis to go get Antonia now, right? Betsy? Right?"

"Jeez, you&039;ve got a one-track , I was still high fro the Lady of Lies For another, if I were in his place I&039;d have the same focus Well That wasn&039;t true; I could never, ever have that kind of focus But I&039;d be anxious about Sinclair

Sinclair! Thank you, thank you, thank you, God, thank you he wasn&039;t here Thank you he wouldn&039;t be here when Satan ca myself There was no way soeant could have killed the devil

I hope I startled the shit out of her, though I hope the next ti with me, her neck throbbed like a rotten tooth

"Look what you did!" The Ant was staring at the crumpled form of her boss, tossed in the corner like a new toy six months after Christmas "You-I can&039;t believe what you did!" The Ant looked scared and exhilarated But mostly scared She&039;d always had an easy face to read, and I could see her wondering about which way to jun with her But her bitchy entitled stepdaughter had just kicked Satan&039;s ass all over Satan&039;s waiting room So ined "What-what are you going to do next?"

"What, like I know?" Actually, I did knoalked up to the (temporarily) prone body, bent, and slipped off first one shoe, then the other I held theers on my left hand I could have put the nature, Coach, black) With luck I wouldn&039;t have to choose between them

With luck I could have rolled my eyes at round and I orrying I&039;d have to leave a pair of shoes behind? If I was lucky

Well, I wasn&039;t going to bitch ( to whine and blame Satan and snivel to myself that life just wasn&039;t fair for poor old erous and full of felony assault?

I wasn&039;t going to indulge because a) I wasn&039;t sorry, and b) I&039;d do it over again, which I guess is the definition of not sorry, and c) I was okay, probably, with sucking up the consequences of those acts

"Oh Oh, oh, oh Betsy, what did you do?" Laura sounded shocked and scared At least she wasn&039;t avenging her s had popped

Okay, that probably sounded odd Let el See, the devil&039;s lineage didn&039;t change when she moved to hell (That was her story Got kicked out and had to go to hell, that was s I didn&039;t know if all those old painters were right (that angels were fair and gorgeous with snohite wings and halos and long flowing robes), but this part was right Angels had wings, half-angels had wings, Laura had wings

They were lush and brown, like a sparrow getting ready for winter And it was obvious Laura hadn&039;t noticed they were out So I wasn&039;t gonna tell her

"What are we going to do?" FunnyLaura had asked the question, but she and her biological mother had identical expressions of dis at the Ant and seeing what she&039;d looked like when she was young The way she used hair dye and loud clothes and vivid"Should we call for help?"

"Who would we call?" the Ant pointed out Good questions Glad it wasn&039;twas that either the Ant saw Laura&039;s wings and decided not to comment, or she hadn&039;t noticed they were out

Okay, I&039;d better explain out The way I understood things, Laura always had wingsin hell, in the past, in the present, in the future The way I always had my appendix But people in an ordinary shithole realm like earth couldn&039;t see them

Hell wasn&039;t necessarily a hot place beneath the earth&039;s crust (though it was nice and toasty war room) It was another dimension, with different rules and different people and different custoe the laws of physics,was possible

Laura had been staring at me this entire time, and I could tell she was torn Yell at ? Kick me in the shins? Flap and fly away? Call hell&039;s version of 911? What?

None of us knehat to do, and that was a plain fact Of the three of us, though, I was definitely in the bestfor the to do

"Youperfidiousviolentcrudehideouswretchedbitch"