I was a fool.
Why couldn't I see where it was all going?
For years, I prayed to the creator to have Jane say the words.
At first, he ignored me in the same way Jane always ignored me.
But then, it became clear that there were many others praying for the same thing.
And one day, the words that came down to me from the creator, the words I was given to say, were words of love.
Words I would only utter in answer to some declaration from Jane.
I was thrilled. I tingled all over.
The creator had heard our prayers.
Here's the problem.
When the time came, Jane wouldn't cooperate.
That day when he was told to pretend to shoot me and to say he loved me?
He took the words back.
All on his own.
I couldn't believe it.
"Where do you get off saying something like that and then taking it back?" I cried.
"If the creator wanted Patrick Jane to be the smartest one of the room, he wouldn't expect Patrick Jane to listen to him. " he quipped. "Where's the fun in that?"