"Well, I don't like that at all." Heaven's Chief of Data Processing watched his monitor and frowned. "She likes him—and you see what he's already done to those other women today." The angel shook his head nervously. "It simply doesn't seem fair—he has supernatural abilities and all the forces of Hell at his command, and she's alone, and doesn't have anything special to fight him with." The angel glanced at God to see if He was taking this as a criticism. "Seems to me you ought to do something to help her out."
God smiled slyly. "She's a big girl . . . figuratively speaking. She can take care of herself."
"Against all of Hell?"
"Well, if there were any sure things, life wouldn't be very interesting for them, would it?"
The angel frowned. "I don't think whether things are interesting for them or not is the big issue here. It would be a shame for her to end up in Hell."
"Yes. It would. But I can't help thinking she's the sort who will stir things up when she arrives in Heaven." God stared thoughtfully up at the vast canopy of stars above His head. "Maybe if I let him tempt her into Hell, she'd reform things for me when she got there . . . what do you think?"
"Good Lord!" The angel was shocked, until he realized that God's eyes held a twinkle in them, and that beneath the beard, His smile stretched.
The Almighty said, "I will not interfere in the lives or choices of my children. But I will watch with interest."