Goodbye Lucifer
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Amanda Clark answered the knock at her front door. “Well, Reverend Morgan,” she greeted the gentleman standing on her porch. “What a nice surprise.”
“Hello, Amanda. Just doing a little visiting this morning. Thought I’d drop by and say hello.”
“Please come in,” invited Amanda. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes, thank you,” said the Reverend.
Amanda showed him into the living room. “Have a seat. Give me a minute to put the pot on.”
The Reverend sat down on the couch and Amanda went to the kitchen.
Albert Morgan, Pastor of Brandell’s non-denominational—and only—church, enjoyed strolling around his little town in the mornings, occasionally stopping by to visit with a parishioner or two. It wasn’t his intention to visit Amanda Clark this morning, but as he passed her walkway he saw Aubrey and Sarah Crumb peeking out the window of their house across the street. Fearful that he might get invited over, he turned onto Amanda’s walkway and climbed the porch stairs. He didn’t want to seem rude, but he wasn’t in the mood for the Crumb sisters this morning. Truth be told, he was never really in the mood for the Crumb sisters. They were, to put it simply, no fun at all. Not that the Reverend expected his parishioners to be fun, but the Crumb sisters took being no fun to a whole new level.
Amanda came back into the living room with a coffee service which she set on the coffee table in front of the Reverend. She sat down beside him on the couch and poured for both of them.
“There we are,” she said, handing him the cup and saucer.
Albert recoiled in horror, suddenly, powerfully, overcome by a feeling of raw lust—an almost uncontrollable urge to lunge at Amanda—tear at her clothing, feel her naked, writhing in his arms—smell her flesh.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my dear God.” he uttered in a shocked whisper, tears of shame coming to his eyes. He practically jumped to his feet.
“Oh,” he stammered, “I’m so sorry. There’s something very pressing… I just remembered… I have to go… I’m… I’m so sorry.” He turned and rushed towards the front door, deeply shaken.
“Reverend, are you all right,” asked Amanda, a little shaken herself by the Reverend’s sudden odd behavior. She stood and followed him to the door. “Are you sure you don’t have time for coffee?” By the time she reached the door the Reverend was already outside. “Reverend?” she exclaimed. “Are you okay?
Reverend Morgan looked over his shoulder. “Yes, I’m fine. I just have to… I’m so sorry.”
A rather stunned Amanda watched as Albert fairly sprinted towards the sidewalk. She shrugged and thought, Whatever, then closed the door.