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Recently, he caught himself thinking that he wouldn’t enjoy Joey having troubles. And even more, he might have tried to help if he could do it. He was kicking himself for it. But he couldn’t do anything with it.

George turned to the confused girl. Why did he need to get her cornered with disputes? He is a lawyer, and he’s also Jewish, George smiled in his mind. They say, perhaps, even an imp wouldn’t dare to enter into an argument with such a specialist.

“They ...” The angel murmured, heading for him.

“Yes, yes, I forgot! They save our souls!”

‘Why do I keep mocking at her? After all, it’s clear that the girl is confused. In the end, this is ungentlemanly of me, I shouldn’t act like this.’\

‘How should you?’ His i

er voice asked immediately. ‘Is it right to rush into a person’s peace and stability and ruin his life like a worthless house of cards?’

“Yes! Yes ... What are you laughing at?” Mary was blushing, trying to find the right words and it looked very sweet.

“Lord forbid! Nevermind!

“Here! You see! You still want to be saved!”

“I want. Perhaps, I do. However, I won’t accept salvation from you, because we understand it too differently,” it came to her already from the kitchen. “And as they say in Odessa, these are two big differences.”

At this time, George just entered the kitchen and was stu

ed still, looking in front of him. The very same sprout from his dreams was lying on the kitchen table and the man was standing next to it, his yesterday’s visitor.

‘Why doesn't she feel him?’ George thought absently. ‘After all, if the angel felt his presence, she wouldn’t let me into the kitchen. Or would she? Do I believe that this fragile girl is able to protect me from universal evil? Is it really evil?’

As if he was under a spell, Georgie kept staring at the desired object. ‘This ca

ot be an illusion’, he convinced himself. ‘It’s too realistic.’

The guest was standing at a distance, as far as it was possible in the small kitchen, and patiently waiting for his decision. Intelligence and stamina often win over. The lawyer inside George was arguing with an obsessed man, deprived of the care and attention of others. Now he got too much of it at one point. When someone bribes you, he wants something from you. What does he want? But when they save you, they expect something from you as well. So, she needs something from me. So, if I’m to pay the same price in both cases, then I need to find out what I’ll receive and make decision on this basis.

“Do you even understand what chance you get?” Her voice was approaching, but suddenly died. She bumped into the back of the stunted George and also looked at the guest and his gift.

“So, I kept my promise ...” He said in complete silence and nodded respectfully to Mary.

So he kept silent just to wait for her. What is this performance for? Why couldn’t they agree among themselves without dragging me into it? Or am I the necessary link without which the whole chain will break up? Is it the need to observe certain decencies, some unwritten rules?

She kept staring at the guest without blinking. He came closer, gently took her hand and led her slightly forward so that she covered astonished George with her body. And then he slowly bowed to her hand, going to kiss its back. But at the last second, she pulled out her hand and he laughed thoughtfully.

“So that’s the way it is?” He asked as if he didn’t know her answer and reaction to his behavior ahead.

What are these two playing? And whether just two? George was feverishly thinking over the events of the last day, seriously believing that they could be the last for him. He was firmly convinced that no one really took into account his opinion here. Then why quibble?

“Yes, and no other way!” She answered firmly. “I won't give him to you...”

“The flower...” George whispered reverently and pushed Mary aside, getting closer to the cherished goal.

Now it was no longer important to him whether he would receive the damn flower. Literally damn now. All that mattered was that the behavior of these two suddenly painfully reminded him of Joey bullying him during his school years. Even though they acted much more delicately, the pain hadn’t become lighter. Therefore, the only goal that George pursued was to stop his suffering.

“You won’t?” The imp asked again, smiling at Mary frankly victoriously.

“I won’t!” She exclaimed and grabbed George by the hand just at that moment when he took one of the tiny leaves and began to chew it.

“Oh, no...” All three of them groaned when the man began to sway and slowly crumpled to the floor.

Half an hour later, he and she were sitting on the bed of sleeping George. He was sitting with his legs wide apart, his elbows on his knees and his head bent over his hands. And she – with her back straightened and her hands folded orderly on her knees.