"Speaking of the devil, Jill walked in the door with Bozo.I went over to kiss her but she turned her face so I just got her cheek."I need to brush my ...eeth." OK. Is Sara invited today?" Of course she is. You should know that." I do. She wasn't sure it was OK with you. Can she bring a friend?" Of course. Gotta go." She headed down the hall and I heard the bathroom door close.I looked over at Sara. "Well, don't just stand there. Give him a call."She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.. I gave electric some thought, but knew better than to even consider that. Maybe in ten years but not now. The problem really was I liked the cruiser but the engine was really starting to give me trouble. I mean, it might be something I did or the last driver, but it only had ninety thousand miles on it. I had replaced the timing belt, and a bunch of other parts on the outside of the engine. I guess I just wanted a different car.Even with all that going on I couldn't get motivated. I just walked. "How did it make you feel?" Mark asked with nervous curiosity."Well... weird." She saw the look on his face turn to one of trepidation, and she quickly continued on, "I mean, not like a bad weird, but more like a good weird... kind of tingly all over, you know?" Mark began to relax a bit, seeing that she was looking for approval, or validation of her feelings."Did you like feeling... tingly all over?" Mark asked, again curious."Sort of..." She replied, looking at him with nervous eyes, "I. Then in a loving voice she continued, “And thank you, merciful God, for hearing my prayers.”“Barbara Sloan, if it hasn’t yet registered in that pea brain of yours, I’ll give you another clue: I have to hear your prayers in the same manner you have to breathe. Now am I making myself clear?”After a pause the Voice continued, “In case you might wonder, Katrina won’t remember anything other than learning how to pray. And no one else here heard anything.” Then after another pause He grumped, “When.