And you’re already in debt…
One beautiful day, I was headed for the Post Office on my scooter, when a huge Voice from all around stopped me in my tracks. I swear it sounded like the Voice of God, all silky-like.
“Reverend Sparky. How you doing?”
No one else seemed to hear it. I couldn’t move. I was too scared to answer, but the Voice went on.
“Sparky, Sparky — how come you never show me any respect? You don’t come to my home; you don’t invite me over for coffee.”
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Ah, you cut me to the quick — I’m your Godfather! Don’t I take care of you? Aren’t you still alive, after everything? What about that funny-looking mole? Didn’t I take care of that last year?”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll pay you back. What do you want me to do?
“Nothing, nothing. But someday — and that day may never come — I may ask you to do me a service…”
“Oh, you can count on me, Godfather!”
“Okay, Sparky. Sure.”
The Voice was soothing now, and seemed to whisper directly in my ear.
“Nice little life you have here. Be a shame if something happened to it.”
Suddenly I could move again, but my knees were shaking.
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