He squinted at me as I stared back at him. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
He shrugged. He looked less nervous. No less hot, but less nervous. “They’re all over the Old Testament.”
My heart again picked up speed. The car, I slowed down. “Such as?”
He again squinted my way. He seemed to be thinking it over. He then snapped his fingers as I jumped in my seat. “When Abraham is about to sacrifice his son Isaac, it’s an angel who cries out for him to not hurt the boy.”
I gulped. “Wait, an angel tried to prevent a murder?”
“Among a whole lot of other things throughout the Bible, but yes,” he replied. “Why do you ask? I mean, most Uber drivers ask me if I want a bottle of water.”
“I don’t have any bottles of water.” I barely made enough money to buy weed. Geez, now they wanted bottles of wat
