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occurring.
     
    “MOLLY,
CHICA, THE WEDDING IS OFF!!  I need you.  Ahora!  Este minuto, niña!” a
slightly accented male voice shrieked hysterically, each word growing
increasingly desperate and high pitched. .
     
    “Ah,
c’mon!  This can’t be happening,” Devil nearly whimpered as he recognized the
unexpected visitor’s voice as he stared down at his wife with something closely
resembling betrayal.  “You gave that man a key?” he bit out.  “Why do you hate
me so much, Molly?  Why?”
     
    “Don’t
act like you don’t remember, Devil!  We discussed in-depth this last year.  I
gave keys to a few people, and they are supposed to be used for emergencies,”
Molly hissed, lifting a hand to shove her husband off her.  “I’d say by the
volume of what our friend just said, this qualifies!” 
     
    “He’s
my assistant, Molly.  He’s your friend.  Try to get that distinction straight
in your head,” he demanded churlishly as Molly sprinted back to the bathroom to
grab her robe.
     
    “Okay,
now you’re just being a big ol’ baby,” she called back.  “And don’t you ever
let Armando here you say anything like that – especially tonight!  I swear to
God, husband, if you make whatever the hell’s happened tonight worse in any
way, I will personally request lessons from your Nana on how to beat you to
death with her wooden spoon!  Are we clear?” she hissed, tossing him a pair of
flannel sleep pants and a tee shirt as she stomped back into the bedroom.
     
    “Crystal,”
Devil snarled back at his wife, snatching his clothes out of mid-air.  Was it
just him or did anyone else hear the maniacal cackling of that bitch named
Fate?

Chapter Five
    Molly
     
    Molly
knew Devil was disappointed by the unplanned intrusion into their special
night, but honest to God, she only had so much energy. Right now, she had a
feeling she would need every bit of  remaining strength she still maintained to
deal with whatever calamity her highly emotionally challenged friend was
facing.  Devil would just have to schedule his nervous breakdown for another
time.  She was only one person, damn it.
     
    “Will
you please shake a tail feather over there?  Moss is gonna start growin’
under your feet if you move any slower!” she griped impatiently as Devil shoved
a foot into his pajama bottoms.  “He’s waiting!” she added while she shoved her
foot into some comfy slippers.  “And he sounds horrible,” she muttered when she
cracked open the bedroom door and Mannie’s wails become substantially louder. 
Reaching for her phone on the dresser, she quickly sent out an emergency text
to the wedding posse.  It appeared it was time for them to circle the wagons
around Armando.
     
    “He’s
gonna feel worse when I get my hands around his scrawny neck,” Devil
vowed grimly, his words a little muffled by the black tee shirt he was pulling
over his head.  “It’s freakin’ midnight, Molly.  His meltdown couldn’t be
postponed until morning?  I mean, really, if the wedding is off now, I’m
willing to bet it’ll still be off at say, eightish.”
     
    “You
better get down on your knees and pray to whatever dark deity you’re
currently worshiping that isn’t true, Devil.  I just prepaid the seafood shop
for three hundred cracked lobsters yesterday and I can assure you that deposit
is non-refundable!” Molly hissed, glaring at her husband as he stormed toward
her. 
     
    “Molly,
may I remind you that we served crab cakes at our wedding.  Not fucking
lobster!  Would you like to explain that to me?” Devil asked, eyes narrowing.
     
    Molly’s
lips twitched as she watched Devil try to remain calm.  The muscle in his jaw was
jumpin’ and that vein in his forehead was throbbing, but she’d give him
credit.  He was doing a remarkable job of modulating his tone.  She should
really try and be nice.  She knew that.
     
    Of
course, that just wouldn’t be like her at