“The devil is real. He’s as real as water and he’s only got one thing in his sick little mind. He wants to rip your heart out, stomp on it, fill you full of venom and anger, and then pitch you into the wind like fish scales.” Miss Ella was pretty good at painting pictures. “And you know what he’s after?” I shook my head and started listening, because Miss Ella had a tear in her eye too. “He’s after everything that’s good in you. See, the Lawd . . . He’s the Alpha and Omega. Nothing gets past him. Not the devil and not even Rex.”
