I own nothing. I blame Margaret.

Helen sat in her spotless kitchen with her tumbler of whiskey thinking of ways to make her rebellious daughter Stephanie marry that nice Joseph. She was really stretching the extremely limited mind when there was a large puff of black and red smoke and a man appeared. He stood six feet tall with tanned skin and brown eyes. He was gorgeous in a sharp cut black on black suit. Helen gazed at him and then at her tumbler, "How much have I had to drink?"

The man smiled, "Not nearly enough Helen dear. I heard your thoughts and I've come to ask what you want and perhaps I'll make you a deal."

She smiled, "Who are you?"

He took a seat and smiled, "Why the Devil of course."

Helen became nervous, "I'm a good Catholic."

The Devil laughed, "Helen, you are partly right. You're Catholic but you're not good. Now what do you want?"

Helen sighed, "I want my youngest daughter Stephanie to marry Joseph Morelli."

The Devil pulled out a tablet and looked up Morelli then looked up Steph. He frowned and sighed, "This is a big favor. It'll cost your soul and you'll have to do me the occasional favor."

Helen beamed, "That's fine. I'll do it."

The Devil looked a bit more at his tablet, "Actually, never mind. No deal. I see here that Stephanie is engaged to Ricardo Carlos Manoso."

"Who cares about that spic?" Helen yelled while slamming her hands on the table.

He shot her a look that made her stop, "I'm sorry but I'll be taking my leave. I'm not going to go up against Ranger. That's more trouble than I want."

Helen sat there drinking as the Devil vanished in a puff of black and red smoke. He had been gone for about five minutes when it finally registered that the Devil was scared of Ranger, her future son in law.