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“Why not now? You think you can stop him?”
“I suppose you can stop him.”
“Your answers bring more questions than clarity,” George muttered discontentedly, sitting comfortably in his favorite chair. “And after all, he brought me a sprout!”
“And where is it, your sprout?”
“Well, over there, on the floor ...” He remarked with some doubt.
“Then let’s go and see. There is no sprout. It was a mere illusion.”
“Illusion?”
“The flower from your dream simply doesn’t exist. All these are legends, inventions of humanity in pursuit of power and eternity. I'm very sorry... But you still can have some time to save your soul. And this is more important now.”
“For whom is it more important?”
“God sent me to help you find yourself...”
“I don’t get it.”
“I was instructed to save you from the Devil’s encroachment on your soul.”
“Why is that?!”
“Why? For your own good!”
George pillowed his head on his hand trying not to fall asleep. No, he, perhaps, wasn’t a bit afraid that they would come for him since he sincerely believed that he had nothing to lose. And, in fact, there was no one to lose him. Rather, he was interested, fascinated by her story. On the one hand, it didn’t seem logical. On the other hand, there was some sense in her words, though beyond his understanding yet.
“Afterlife good?” The man asked lazily.
“W-well, yes ...”
“So, that's what you're up to! In this case, young lady, do not bother me – I go to sleep!
“How is that!”
“That's how! I live here, not there,” he explained, pointing his index finger at the ceiling. “So I need my good here and not somewhere in the future!”
“What about your soul?!”
“I will deal with my soul myself! I am very grateful for your care, but this is the last thing I need now. For some reason, your God didn’t help me when I was calling for him in sickness; he didn’t reveal himself either when I thanked him for what I had actually achieved myself!”
‘Where was he when I couldn’t cope with Joey,’ thought George, but he was ashamed to say it out loud.
“What horrible words! Devil has already clouded your judgement!” She crossed herself.
“Oh, Devil! Well, keep calm, I’m able to talk this through with him! All the best!
“I don’t understand…”
“What exactly, lovely creature, you don’t understand?” The man asked politely, obviously losing his patience.
“Do you really call off the rescue?”
“Exactly! Exactly, my dear! I just call off any interference in my life of any supernatural forces!” He smiled happily, being sure that she understood everything, and leaned against the back of the chair, closing his eyes.
“And what about?..”
“Are you still here?”
“I ca
ot leave until I’m sure that you won’t give Devil your soul, this priceless gift of God,” she pursed her lips stubbornly.
“Oh, so God needs my soul? You see, my dear... What do you call yourself?”
“Mary.”
“Here’s the deal, my dear Mary, I’m making a rational proposal: let them up there decide for themselves what to do with my long-suffering soul, since they both need it so much and then just let me know their decision! Ideally, just after my death!”
“But after death it will be too late!” Mary resented.
“Good night and good luck to you!” George muttered angrily, closing his eyes again, making it clear that the conversation was over.
“I won’t let you sleep!” Mary exclaimed indignantly and started to shake his shoulders as hard as she could.
“What do you mean you won’t let me! This is my own mind, my own brain and I do whatever I want with it! And now I just want the brain to rest from all the vanities of the past day! That's it!”
“Then, I’ll just sit with you so if he comes suddenly I could protect you from him,” she gave up and carefully sat down on a chair in front of the armchair.
“One more question: who needs to be protected, me or him ...” George muttered under his breath and very soon fell asleep.