Interlude
In moments like this, mortals would often say, “There is a God!” However, since Beelzebub was already aware of God’s existence, he could only an utter silent thank-you to the universe for putting Belinda Carson in his path.
She stared at him, wild-eyed. Most of the lip color she’d been wearing had worn off, and she looked pale and not at all like the polished woman in the photograph on her website. “Who are you?” she said. “How do you know who I am?”
“That’s not important,” he replied. “However, if you need a name, it’s Ben. Benjamin Blake.”
“The man who wanted help with his New Year’s party,” she said slowly as she apparently made the connection in her mind. “Only I have a feeling there was no party at all.”
“Very good, Belinda,” he said. “No, there wasn’t a party. I just n
