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Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel
Sarah is given a new mission—to link Robert Johnson and Brittany Lee—two people she encountered while trying to bring a couple together on that irksome computer Internet dating service. Oh sure, she’d done it. Not without trial and a lot of error, but with this fresh assignment, trouble would come…she was positive.

If she hadn’t grumbled about the computer, perhaps the Lieutenant wouldn’t have ordered her to ride the Galveston Ferris wheel. She’d seen the huge rotation device built over the Gulf of Mexico, and the very thought of a ride on that monster made her nauseous.

What if she threw up on the humans?

Oh merciful heavens! Why did the Superiors give such tasks to bumbling angels anyway?

Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel

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    Sarah finished her meal and rather than vanishing, she chose to walk back to Brittany’s office. Pausing at a window, she admired a display of beauty aids. Why not go in and look around? She’d never done that before. What would it hurt?

     

    She opened the door and stepped into the interior—a mixture of lavender and vanilla greeted her.

     

    “Welcome to Body and Bubbles.” A young woman smiled at her.

     

    “Thank you. If it’s okay, I’d just like to look around.”

     

    “Certainly. Let me know if you need help.”

     

    Sarah noticed a display of colorful bottles and picked one up. Reading the label, she frowned.

     

    “Something wrong?” The sales lady walked to her side.

     

    “This bottle says Midnight Woods Luxury Bubble Bath.”

     

    “Yes, it’s one of our bestselling products.”

     

    “Do real people bathe outside in a forest at midnight?”

     

    The woman laughed. “Not usually. I guess the manufacturer thought it was a romantic idea.”

     

    “How does this liquid make bubbles?”

     

    “Oh, that’s simple. Pour it into a bathtub with the water running, and it automatically foams up.”

     

    “I’ve never taken a bath.”

     

    “Not ever?”

     

    “No, never. I don’t have a bathtub where I sleep. They’re dangerous and too heavy. The thing would tumble down and hurt somebody. Do you have something for rain showers?”

     

    The lady’s eyes grew wide, but she tried to conceal any mystification. “How about this?” She handed Sarah bar of soap labeled Blow Away Stress.

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