"Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live," quoted Grumpy the Devil. "Haruki Murakami."

"Showoff! I know that in the grand scheme of things I don't get to keep my body after I die, but what are you on about here?" asked Sarah. Trying to reason with a devil? And a Grumpy devil, at that.

"I'm just trying to help you understand your life better," replied Grumpy. His tail changed colour from its usual red to a deep purple.

"Your cover is blown! You are the only devil I know of with a tail that blushes when you are uncomfortable with what you said."

"Well, of course I am uncomfortable with what I said. I just told you I cared about you. Don't want that kind of thing getting around. I have a reputation to maintain. Have a cigar?" Grumpy produced a cigar from inside a hidden pocket.

"Did you just become a Daddy?" asked Sarah.

Grumpy's tail blushed again. "How did you know?"

"All new Daddies pass out cigars when the baby is born. What colour is your baby?"

"Blue of course. All devil babies are blue to start with. And you should see Charlene. She was pink all through the last few months, and now she's back to her usual red."

"You're kidding. You don't have a baby, you don't have a wife Charlene, and you just tried to give me a cigar because that was the only thing you had to pass to me."

"Busted!" agreed Grumpy. He lit the cigar and Sarah left for a more wholesome environment.


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It's 3am. The wind is rattling the shutters, banging branches against the windows. No wonder I woke up.

Mom is asleep. Now I am going to sleep. Oh, look at the window. Spencer. No, Spencer, don't bang your horn on the window, it will break. Oh, unicorns, why in the name of greatness is he here at 3am?

The window is really difficult to open. Jammed shut, really. Oh Good. Spencer has disappeared. And now I hear banging downstairs at the front door. Do I let him in? How do I explain the muddy hooves over the nice clean kitchen floor? I don't. I go outside, that's what I do.

I need my coat. Fortunately, it's here in the closet, along with my boots.

"Spencer! What are you doing here?"

"What? No hot chocolate or tea? No dainty cucumber sandwiches?"

"That's okay. I'll see you in the morning."

"No, wait, Sarah. I need you."

"You need to let me continue having my good night's sleep so I don't stunt my growth. I'm a CHILD, remember?"

"Can I sleep in the garage?"

"Only if I don't have to do anything to make that happen. I am going back to bed. Good night."

"Okay, see you at 6am."

"What? No no no. I will talk to you at 8:30; I wake up early on weekends anyway, and 8:30 is early."

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I am so Mad. The following conversation with my mother is a good clue. Adults are always holding out on me.




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So I'm wandering around the house, just looking for something. Still looking for something. My green sweater with an embroidered daisy. My black fuzzy socks. Oh. I see them, the socks are arranged neatly on the bannister. That means I left them on the floor, and mom picked them up for me. At least the socks are dry, and they don't feel dirty. The dining room has a table that is way too big for just the two of us, and I like that it's wood, probably maple because we're in Canada. And look, on one of the unused chairs, hangs my comfy green sweater. I really like that sweater. And underneath it is my stuffed turtle, and my other stuffed turtle. I swear I didn't put those toys here. They belong in my room, but right now, I will carry them around with me as I try to discover what else is wrong. Something is wrong. The windows are closed. I can see the hedges outside, and the sun is really bright. I better get a running start; I don't want to run into my Mom. She will force me to go outside right away. I can hear her in the kitchen. So I will slip into the living room, and very quietly climb the stairs...pad pad pad pad...

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Sleeping on the couch. The couch is a big brown leather couch, long enough for three people. It was hard to get it into the house through the front hallway. It still has that rawhide smell, even though it's more than five years old. The throw pillows are very soft and yellow. When I feel lonely, I go to the couch. There's a pine green knit blanket that I wrap myself up in, and I can curl up with a Narnia book or maybe Little House. I just sit down on the couch and feel like falling asleep. I like sleeping on the couch, but it only happens when I am allowed to watch a late movie, leaning up agains Mom. So cushy. Lots of times I can't sleep on the couch. Mom is there first, sleeping, and it's too squished for me to fit. So I go to bed, on my own and in the morning the couch is empty.

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Never pray for justice because you might get some. That’s like “be careful what you ask for.”. And it ‘s because I would only ask for something because I don’t have it, and then when I have it, it changes me. Then the changed me might not need or want the thing I asked for.

And justice, that’s about being fair, but not just being fair to me, being fair to everybody. And if justice were given to me, but I had done something wrong and gotten away with it, like lied to a teacher or my Mom, or shoplifted something, or beaten up on a younger kid, then I might get punished for it even though the adults in my life didn’t know about the thing I did wrong. But if justice were given to me and a kid that was beating me up felt really sorry and stopped, how would I handle that? Would I be mean and go for revenge, not realizing that my prayer for justice had been answered? And then what? Where would the justice be in that.

Maybe I’m not grown up enough for justice. Maybe people in general aren’t.

Sarah Ann Logan

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