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surviving. Dancing in the streets. Dreams realized. Robot maids. Maybe I didn’t understand the amount, the high level of evil in the world.” Sedona smiled wanly, then took another sip to comfort herself.
    “Few did know. Good versus evil, the battle has been brewing almost since the beginning of humanity’s life on Earth. For ages now, the battle has fed on blood sacrifices, and been fueled by the manufactured hatreds of race against race, religion against religion, ego power against ego power, all manipulation of the Dark Masters, and by those in their service.” His silvered gaze beamed into her, from on High.
    Sedona nodded, feeling his words live inside her soul. “Divide and conquer, cherub. You tell people that, and most of them decide mad cow disease has taken over your brain.”
    She took a moment to savor her cocoa. “I know my love for people is still there. I feel it winging sometimes, the beautiful grace of a dove. I see the miracles, the freedom fighters, experience the good of humanity and I know I’m willing to help however I can, then I feel lost. Entirely lost.” Straightening her shoulders, she breathed deeply for a moment, then fully gazed at him. “We’ll just have to run the gauntlet, cherub.”
    Volcano tenderly smiled, set his mug down on the mantel. “Jump over the Hummers.”
    “Yeah, strap me in, full super speed ahead. Join our energies, destroy whatever is in the way, unless you have a better strategy.”
    “Decoy route on the cycle, enough to send them in another direction.”
    “If I’m who you say I am, wouldn’t they assume we’re headed for LA?”
    “Seattle is also a star ray opening for many sacred groups.” His eyes glowed, looking like star ray openings to her.
    “What’s left of the city? Or the new tent city around it?”
    “The new community of people. They have successfully forced FEMA and the UN troops to leave.”
    “Some good news. Assuming they don’t use bio-terrorism. Or some other horrible way to subdue them.” From the sheer power of his gaze, and radiant purple color of his eyes, Sedona wondered if she shone with purple light.
    “I know you have felt betrayed by God, Sedona.”
    “Often. Truthfully, cherub.” Despair washed over her, such a fierce devastation it felt unbearable. Still, she had become all too used to the onslaughts of unbearable pain. Sort of.
    “The Good forces have gathered to protect those in
Seattle
and in LA.”
    “You’re turning more golden, cherub.” He smiled with knowing, making her insides feel golden. “Do you mean before LA is lost to the ocean?”
    “Before, or perhaps, never. The future unfolds.”
    Sedona sighed, hugged her knees, and curled her toes. “I could use a stiff drink. Brandy, maybe. And I rarely drink. Any Brandy Alexander manna?”
    “Brandy Alexander bubble bath?” he tempted.
    “Only room for one, if you’re suggesting carnal fun in the tub.” Sedona pointedly gazed at his bold standing serpent, which glowed like a gold coin.
    “Only one,” he promised. “I want you to rest, Sedona.”
    “This is great. Submit to a whelp cherub—sorry, I’m not usually this mean in the name-calling department. But it is galling. Most people would think you’re my grandson.” She scowled in his direction, and attempted to look matronly.
    “Bubble bath. I wash your back while you soak. Then we rest, and later we’ll listen to George the NightHawk on the radio.” He grinned as if he’d just provided the perfect solution to all her problems.
    “Bubble bath. I soak, and try to recuperate from my life. End of story.”
    Fully turning to her, the more-than-handsome naked cherub bowed. “I shall draw your bath. Bubbles included.” Grandly, he exited the room. Sedona nearly laughed.
    “Better a cute cherub than an ugly cherub,” she muttered, amused despite herself. She heard the water running and attempted to turn off the spilling faucet of her thoughts, thoughts that would get her nowhere now.