“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Mona complained while she studied herself in the mirror. The mid-50s woman looked young for her age with dark hair and very few laugh-lines. She twirled this way and that to test how much her pink poodle skirt flared. “He walked out on both of us, not just me.” Mona turned to face her son, Eric, sitting on the bed; he shrugged.
“He made a poor choice. He knows that now. And, you know, keeping the universe running is kind of a demanding job. It seemed like the only choice at the time.”
“Pfft. He’s not God.” Mona replied with an eyeroll.
“No, he’s not. But the universe needs both of them.”
“But Julie is Satan now, right?” Mona asked. Deep down she was looking forward to the date but she was still wary. She had a wonderful fling with Satan when she was younger. He abandoned her once she got pregnant, but managed to show up again for Eric’s 14th birthday.
“Technically she isn’t yet, she’s still completing her trial. But, dad has more free time now because Arthur and I are helping him until Julie’s done.”
“Arthur too? That’s surprising,..” Mona wandered to her jewelry box and began combing through it while she spoke. “…last I heard he couldn’t handle the truth of the universe.” She turned to look at Eric with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t either, apparently, because you never explain it to me.” Eric shook his head with a chuckle.
“Julie helped bring Arthur around. He’s still squeamish about some things, but,…” he grinned and stood from the bed. He crossed the room to stand next to his mother. “…we are talking about marriage now.” Her face lit up with a broad smile and her green eyes sparkled.
“Eric! That’s wonderful!” she hugged her son.
“Thanks, mom. But, if you want to know the secrets of the universe, you’ll have to ask dad.” Eric squeezed her tighter. “But, please don’t. You’re trusting me enough to give dad another chance. Trust me when I tell you: you’ll wish you didn’t know.”