Celebrating the wonders of all things natural!

“The fool has said in his heart,

‘There is no God.’

They are corrupt and have done abominable iniquity;

There is none who does good.

God looks down from Heaven

upon the children of men

To see if there are any who understand,

who seek God.

Every one of them has turned aside;

They have together become corrupt;

There is none who does good,

No, not one.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge?

Who eat up my people as they eat bread;

they have not called upon God.”

Psalms 53:1-3


Part I

“Just a second!” Lexy yelled, jumping at the knock on the door. She quickly slid her papers into her top desk drawer and brought the Virtual Reality screen into view on her computer screen. “Okay, come on in!” she called just as her mother, looking concerned, opened the door.

“Isabella’s here, Lexy honey,” said Cynthia to her absorbed daughter. “Is everything okay?”

“Sure Mom, why?

“Just making sure Babe,  You seemed a little startled when I came in.”

“No, I was just exploring Paris. Your knocking made me jump. Nothing big.”

A second later, a tall, slender, kimono-clad Isabella popped her head into the room.

“Hi Isa!” welcomed Lexy. “Nice outfit. Trying to start a new trend again?”

“I’ll have you know this is all the rage in Japan,” Isabella told her. She spun around with her arms outstretched, modeling the kimono. “Daddy picked it out for me on his last trip to the Orient. And guess what Lex? He said next time I can go with him! Can you believe it?!”

Alexis smiled. “Sounds fun–ever been to Paris?”

“Paris! You got the new European VR disk Lex? Lemme see!” Isabella plopped into the velvet armchair next to her best friend.

“Have fun you two,” said Cynthia, closing the door. A second later she opened it again, poking her head through the opening. “And Lex? Lexy? Alexis! I’m talking to you. Show some respect!” Cynthia commanded.

“Sorry Mom.” Alexis turned toward her mother. “What?”

“Come and take your food pellets. It’s been five hours since your last supplement. You know how important the schedule is.”

“Yeah, okay.  Thanks Mom… be out in a few minutes, okay?”

“A few minutes,” Cynthia confirmed, shutting the door.

“What’s up?” asked the green-eyed beauty, Lexy’s best friend of 11 years, since they were 4 and Isabella’s family moved down the street from them. “Comment-elle est vous?” she asked.

Alexis gave her a puzzled look. “Hmm? Whatever you say.”

“Paris?” Isabella looked hard at her friend. “Lexy, what are you doing? I know you too well. You’re keeping a secret! Aren’t you going to tell me?!! I’m waiting,” Isabella said impatiently.

Lexy couldn’t hide the sparkle in her eyes. “The Champs-Elysee is so beautiful,” she tried to be convincing, but one glance at Isabella was enough to see that her perceptive friend wasn’t buying her feigned interest in the city of romance. “Okay, between us?”

“And only us,” agreed Isabella, with words spoken countless times before.

“I found something–nobody can see it or know about it. I really mean it Isa. I can’t even believe I have it,” started Lexy.

“I’m intrigued. And you know I won’t tell anybody else. Okay? Now let’s see it! What is it?” prodded Isabella.

“Still hesitating, Lexy thought that this may be one secret worth keeping to herself. But surely her best friend in the world could be trusted with this, she thought. She shared everything with Isa; they were like sisters, without the sibling rivalry.

“Lexy, I know you’re dying to tell me and I’m dying to hear. So go! Let me in on this! Who would I tell, anyway?” pressed Isabella.

“You’re right,” answered Lexy. “Is the door locked?”

“It is now,” Isabella said, crossing the room in two strides and pushing the lock shut with a click that echoed in the still silence.




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