Joan was in the kitchen eating a pop tart when Grace showed up at the back door.
Grace knocked and then let herself in.
"Hey Grace," Joan said around a mouthful of pop tart.
"Hey, your brother home?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's in his room," Joan nodded.
"Thanks," Grace said, heading up to his room.
Joan made a funny face as she watched Grace go upstairs.
She still wasn't used to the idea of her best friend and little brother being a couple.
As Joan was finishing her pop tart her cell phone rang.
It wasn't her normal ring tone, it was the all to familiar ring tone God used.
Sure enough the screen on her phone said 'God' in big bold letters.
"What?" she said with a groan.
"You are going to be going through some rough times Joan," came a male voice of God.
"What else is new?" Joan said with as much sarcasm she could muster in the morning.
"Just listen to Adam," God said before hanging up the phone.
"Wait, God! Aargh!" frustrated, she shut the phone off.
"He just shows up one day, asks me to do stuff, stuff I don't want to do, make a fool of myself…" she grumbled as she stomped up the stairs.
"Are you okay honey?" Helen asked coming down the stairs.
"Fine! I'm fine," Joan said putting her hand up to signal that she didn't want to talk.
She went up to her room and threw the phone down on her bed.
"Adam?" she mumbled, wondering what God meant.
"Thanks God! Another riddle!" she said to the ceiling before she fell backwards onto her bed.
"Ow!" Joan yelped after landing on the phone.
