The next day, which was now Friday, Helga joined Bob and Miriam for breakfast before heading off to school.

"Mom, Dad, do you mind if I ask you something?" she asked.

"What is it, dear?" Miriam asked.

"Today is Friday," Helga began.

"Of course it's Friday, little lady," Bob told his daughter.

"Go on, Helga. Ask your question," Miriam told Helga.

"Do you two mind if a friend spends the night?" Helga asked.

"Of course, Helga. Your friends are welcome anytime," Miriam said.

"Who is the friend who's sleeping over?" Bob asked.

"Just a friend from school," Helga answered.

"May I ask who is coming over?" Big Bob asked.

"You know him, Dad. He's the football head," Helga told him.

Bob choked on his morning coffee. Helga watched her mother pat his back, saying he'd be okay. He finally calmed down.

"Why don't you have what's – her – name over instead? I don't want my daughter having a sleepover with a boy," Bob said.

Miriam told Helga it was okay Arnold stayed for the night.

"Thanks, Mom," Helga said.

"I do have one condition," Bob told Helga.

"What?"

"If that football head friend of yours sleeps over, he won't be sharing your bed. He will be sleeping in Olga's room."

"You should know by now Dad, I don't plan to sleep with him anytime soon."

After she said that, Helga stood up from her chair. It was time she take her backpack and go to school. She didn't bother saying good – bye to either of her parents. She went up to her bedroom and grabbed her backpack and walked straight out of the front door.

At lunch that same day, Helga once again sat with Arnold at lunch.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Arnold asked.

He'd just finished saying a short prayer before eating.

"Well, it was all right you said you spend the night. Maybe I can show you a bit of my new project," she said.

"How did you talk your father into letting me stay?" Arnold asked.

Both he and Helga could feel their friends' eyes watching them.

"All I did was tell Bob I invited you over. He agreed on a condition."

"What?" he asked.

"He said it was all right you sleep over, you'll have to sleep in Olga's room. He somehow thought we were going to have sex."

"I'm not ready for sex yet," he told her.

"I'm not ready, either," she agreed.

The afternoon classes flew by quickly and Arnold was over at Helga's.

Both of them were in Helga's room. The two blondes were talking about a minute or so later. He and Helga heard a little voice.

"Helga," the voice said.

"Is this the voice you've been hearing?" Arnold asked as Helga nodded.

"I know the voice," he said.

"Well, Arnold, what a surprise it is to see you with Helga tonight," He said.

"Hello, Father," Arnold returned.

"Helga, there is something I'd like to share," the Lord continued.

"What?" Helga said.

"I said earlier, I have a message for you."

"Spit it out."

"Arnold, would you mind leaving this between Helga and I?"

"Okay, Father," he said as he stood up.

He gave out a stretch.

"I want Arnold to hear this, so he's staying."

God didn't mind.

"Helga, the message I have for you is this: I have been watching over you. I have decided you are my favorite. I'd like you to continue the Song of Songs from the woman and then take it to be published. That way people would see this was done from my favorite child."

Both Arnold and Helga looked at each other, not saying a word. After that He was already gone.

"Now you see why I asked you over, football head. I was going to share a short preview with you," she said, handing over her pink book.

He opened the book.

"Do you have a Bible so I can make sure all of this is accurate?" Arnold asked.

As he said that, she grabbed out her Bible from her mattress. She handed it over. He looked at chapter one, verses two and three. This is what Helga had written:

Kiss me – full on the mouth!

Yes! For your love is better than wine,

Headier than your romantic oils.

The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook.

No wonder everyone loves to say your name!

He finished reading these verses and slammed the Bible shut.

"I like it, and of course both yours and the original match. Good you job," he praised her.

It was getting late fast. Both said good – night as Arnold headed for Olga's room. Helga didn't bother putting either book back where they belonged. Before going to sleep, she pulled her locket out.

"My beloved Arnold, I have to give Big Bob credit for having you for the night. Like Bob said, we couldn't share this lonely bedroom. I would've had the guts to share a bed with you. I guess it hasn't come for the right moment for it to happen. Good – night, my precious, and sleep well," Helga said to the locket and kissed.

Then she was asleep.