(This book contains three stories about my encounters with evil.)
From a young age, I knew what evil looked like and despite someone wearing a habit, such as a nun, couldn't stop the gleam of evil shooting from her eyes. Yes, indeed, I got a taste of bile rising up in my throat just from one single glance.
Nor, in my second story, when evil comes lurking at the most unexpected moment, like two escape convicts, one pointing a gun at me, while standing in a nearby orange grove. I knew not to run! After all, that's what evil wanted, so he could taste my fear!
And finally, in my third story, when I decided to fight back. Marjie and I were going to die anyway, so why not ram my car into this gang of serial killers?
Fortunately, in all three incidents, I received some special help. In the first two stories, an angel intervened. In the third story, something more than an angel came to my rescue. And if I told you what, it would ruin a surprising ending.
