Truth

Mr. Black drove us to his house. It felt strange having to be at Candice's house without her but yet it felt at home. I was comfortable. Mr. Black took off to find a bottle of red wine, an expensive bottle of wine no doubt. My most valuable bottle cost about $250 and I was quite fine with it. I didn’t have money to waste with my rent and other expenses on my shoulder. The house was quiet. I walked towards the reading room, it was a small room with a couch that overlooked the garden, the tennis field and most of the back yard, including the pool area.

I took my heals off and made myself comfortable. I considered myself a critic. I knew there had to be God because who created us? I knew there had to be evil because how would my family make a living? My life was messed up. I believed in God but I question him a lot because if he was all that powerful…why not stop evil? Why not stop the pain and suffering? Why death? Then we had the devil…the fallen angel.