Chapter Three
I was still feeling a bit disoriented — to say the least — when I went in to work the next morning. It actually hadn’t been all much past ten when the Devil dropped me off the night before, but I hadn’t been able to sleep for hours. I even wrote an entry about my experiences in my private blog, hoping it might help me to set down the evening’s events.
To say I just had the craziest birthday ever is probably an understatement, but it was. I’m still trying to process what happened, to understand how someone like me, Christa Simms, Ms. Ordinary, could have had dinner with the Devil.
Wow, that looks even worse written out. I wanted to not believe him at first. But that trick of transporting us halfway across town in the blink of an eye? Not something I could easily ignore. And
