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“Hi, I’m Mallori and I’ll be serving you tonight.  Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have iced tea with lemon.”

“I’ll be back in a moment.  Let me know if you have any questions about the menu.”


(Mallori leaves and returns soon with the tea and sits across from the patron in the booth.  She pulls out her pad and pen.  She is twenty’ish with shoulder length hair and a nice figure.  She is wearing black slacks and a black tee-shirt with the restaurant’s logo on the left and a beer ad on the back.  The patron is mid-fifties and dressed in a sports coat with a tie.)

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have the St. Louis style ribs with the dry rub, half order, with a baked sweet potato and cole slaw.”

“Good choice.  Are you from this area?” Read more »



Harriet sat bolt upright at the sound.  That could only be one thing, Gabriel’s Trumpet.  It had been a long time since that had been used.  She checked her monitor and saw an urgent message had just arrived.  Opening it, she realized it was from the ‘big guy’ himself.  No mistaking it, the little angels fluttered across the screen as the message materialized.

It read, “Harriet, George needs you down in Binghamton.  Take care of him.”  It was signed with just his initial, “G.”  This had never happened before and she had a full schedule for today.  She was only halfway through her other emails and there was the report on reclaiming another section of heaven.  New arrivals had the oddest ideas about what heaven should be like.  Too many Cecil B. DeMille movies, she thought.  Scanning her calendar, she realized she could put off the report until tomorrow since it wasn’t due until next week and the prayer answering could be shifted to Marty, her assistant.  He had gotten pretty good at separating the sincere from the insincere and not going overboard, giving people everything they wanted immediately.  That cleared her morning. Read more »