The subject line said “Signal”, and the message in its entirety read: “Wear red socks if you want to go all the way. Don’t stress about it. An...y time is fine for me, sooner or later”.I didn’t, of course, own any red socks. Who the hell would wear crap like that? I thought about the message all day, until our family had gathered for dinner. For some reason the story made me occasionally glance at mom differently than before. I tried to shake that feeling away and concentrate on my casserole, but. She ran out the door apologizing and looking like she found Jesus. My dad looked amused."God Laney, what was that all about?"I was so mad at him. I had been practically throwing myself at him for weeks and he had ignored me to plow that ugly sow Lisa. I walked over to him and slapped him in the face as hard as I could and started to stomp away."Not so fast Laney. You are acting like a jealous bitch." He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back. I tried to slap him again but he caught my hand. The lady stood by the door and spoke as Casey drank, ?now dear, why are you being so difficult? We are only trying to help you and save you from what torments you. The pastor means well, we all mean well.?Casey stopped drinking and looked the woman in the eye, ?you have kept me naked for months now. Is that a Christian thing to do? You locked me in a small box for weeks. Do you know what it’s like in there? I bet you’d love to find out. Or maybe you once did.?The lady looked annoyed,. I drank it while I tried to sort things out in my head. I definitely was not dreaming, this was the best cup of coffee I had ever drunk. the robed figure cleared his throat “excuse me mr…” ahem “Stihl, but I do have other business to attend to. We are willing to grant you one wish in return for the inconvenience, but there are two rules. Number one, it cannot interfere with Mrs. Cambell’s wish, and number two, It cannot be for more wishes. Please try and be specific.”“I still don’t know what.