Satan stood at the door, holding a heavy brown paper bag filled with groceries, looking every bit composed. Emily was surprised—why was he here?

Bert, drying his hair, noticed her hesitation. "Who is it?"

“…It’s Vincent.”

Bert’s face lit up. “Vincent’s here? Why aren’t you letting him in? ”

Bert pushed past Emily, opening the door eagerly. When he saw Satan, he broke into a broad smile, his face wrinkling with joy. “Come in, come in! You bought a lot of things! You should ...