Stella blinked at the screen, and the little devil whipped out a red kerchief waved it about in a theatrical gesture and a a flick of the tiny fingers shouted ‘<i>Olé</i>’<br/><br/>Is he for real? Wondered Stella quite certain there was steam coming out of her nostrils. First Magdalene, the squeeze he trotted out and now he’s trying to steal Tesla? Is he that dense?<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Hello Anton,<br/>
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I really do want him back, I’ll pick him up in an hour unless you want him gone sooner.<br/>
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S</span><br/><br/>She returned her bowl to the kitchen and washed it, placing it upside down in the dish rack to dry. After setting her timer for 50 minutes she made herself a cup of chamomile tea and picked up her knitting, soothing New Age instrumental music playing on Spotify.<br/><br/>‘<i>Just tell him how you feel,’</i>said the angel on her shoulder.<br/><br/>“I...I can’t” she replied. “He’s been through enough, he should choose who he wants without ..”<br/><br/>‘<i>I’m sorry,’</i>chimed in an angry looking devil, the red bull  baiting kerchief gone, ‘<i>but that’s plain stupid. Sometimes you gotta fight for something important.’</i><br/><br/>“What if he isn’t reciprocal, or not ready?”<br/><br/>‘<i>So what?</i>If you know then you know!’ Replied the devil. ‘<i>At least you will know!’</i><br/><br/>It wasn’t long before her alarm rang and she, still not sure of what to do set out to retrieve her cat. Tomorrow she would call her mom. Maybe she would have some advice, she sure needed it.<br/><br/>She knocked on Anton’s door, her heart pounding oddly.