Stolen Key

Antonio walked into the kitchen, “Pheobie, you have company.”

Pheobie walked toward Antonio and out of the kitchen. Everyone tried to follow, but Antonio got in the way. Pheobie walked into the front room. Three men in suits were standing with their backs to Pheobie. One was in beige, while another was in black. The third one was in a gray suit. Pheobie cleared her throat, “Excuse me?”

All three men turned around, Yeshua, Jehovah, and another man that looked like Alex. Yeshua smiled, “Hello, Pheobie. It is good to see you again.”

Pheobie smiled, “As is you, Yeshua.” She looked over at Jehovah, “It has been a while, sir. It is nice to see you have taken a familiar form to me, Holy Spirit.” She acknowledged Alex.

They nodded, as Yeshua continued. “You know why we are here. My father and I have decided to be generous and give you until her seventeenth birthday. Otherwise, we will take over.”

Pheobie nodded, “Okay, sir.”

“Now, if you will excuse us, we have other things to take care of.” Yeshua smiled again. “Goodbye, Pheobie.”

“Goodbye, gentlemen.” Pheobie replied, while they disappeared.