“What has he done to deserve this attack?”
“Done?” Satan’s voice crackled as had the whip. “Shouldn’t the chief inter-world operator know better than to retail me bad tidings? Out of my way—I’m highly charged!”
“No.” Dolores stood firm.
“You’d rather I’d experiment on you?”
“Yes.”
“Best look out, unless you want to be blinded until Judgment.”
She was able to disregard the Boss Bully’s warning by centering her mind upon her great happiness. He had been love-worthy, John.
“You can’t strike me blind,” she said.
Into the confidence of the purple-black eyes uplifted to his Satan scowled.
“You’d not be blind. You’d only think you were because I say so and my mind is stronger than yours. Everything is a thought down here, as you must have learned ere this—just a bad thought.” With the lash in mid-air he added: “But, thank me, you can’t kill a bad thought.”