Anything's Possible!. Judith McWilliams

      Prologue

      “Now, Millicent...”

      “Don’t you ‘now Millicent’ me, Jonas Middlebury!”

      “But, Millicent—”

      “No!” Millicent determinedly shook her head, sending wisps of golden hair flying around her pale face. “I have been listening to your excuses for one hundred and fifty years, and enough is enough.”

      “Not really, sweetlings,” Jonas began placatingly. “I mean, I may have died a hundred and fifty years ago, but you’ve only been dead for fifty years or so.”

      “Eighty-one years,” she corrected. “Eighty-one years, four months and seventeen days, and in all that time have you made the slightest effort to get into heaven? No,” she rushed on when he opened his mouth. “And all you have to do is a good deed. Just one good deed.”

      “Done lots of good deeds in my time,” Jonas muttered.

      “Ha!” Millicent gave a ladylike sniff. “If you had done lots of good deeds when you were alive, Jonas Middlebury, you wouldn’t be in this predicament now that you’re dead!”

      “It’s not the good deed I object to,” he continued doggedly. “It’s the way that sanctimonious old puffguts at the gate told me I had to do it.”

      Millicent gasped. “Jonas Middlebury, you mind your tongue! That’s an angel you’re talking about, which is more than you’re likely to ever be.”

      “I’ll do the good deed, but in my own time,” Jonas insisted. “I’m not about to be forced by no pen-pushing—”

      “When?” Millicent demanded.

      Jonas blinked. “When what?”

      “When are you intending to do your good deed and get into heaven? At the rate you’re going, the final judgment is a surer thing!”

      “Now, sweetlings, you just don’t understand how it goes against the grain for a man to be told what to do.”

      “I understand that I’m lonely.” Millicent’s lower lip trembled and her pale blue eyes looked huge through the tears that welled in them. “I understand that thanks to your selfishness I was cheated out of having a family and children.”

      “My selfishness!” Jonas’ bushy black beard stiffened in outrage. “And was it my fault that I was drowned trying to earn a living for you in the only way I know how—whaling?”

      “If you hadn’t been drunk, you wouldn’t have fallen overboard in the middle of the Atlantic,” Millicent pointed out. “And if you hadn’t fallen into the water, then poor Elias Simpson wouldn’t have drowned himself trying to rescue you.”

      “Didn’t ask the fool to come in after me,” Jonas muttered. “Elias was always sticking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted. He only did it because he wanted to hold it over my head afterward.”

      “I don’t know about that, but I do know that Elias got into heaven the minute he died, while you are still wandering about trapped between heaven and earth. Or worse,” she added ominously.

      “Ain’t never heard no talk about them wanting to send me to the other place,” Jonas said testily.

      Millicent stared into his beloved black eyes and felt a confusing mixture of anger, exasperation and love swirl through her. Jonas had been stalling for eighty-one years, and if she didn’t force the issue, he’d probably stall for another eighty-one.

      But if Jonas refused... Millicent felt a flash of blind panic. She might lose him altogether. She wouldn’t even have these snatched bits of time to cherish. She drew a deep, steadying breath. It was a risk she was going to have to take. She simply couldn’t go on like this. Jonas was no closer today to doing a good deed than he’d been when he’d died, a hundred and fifty years ago. He needed a shove. And it was up to her to give it to him.

      Millicent took another deep breath and asked, “Do you love me?”

      Jonas turned a bright red under his deep tan and tugged ineffectively at the collar of his rumpled white shirt. “Asked you to marry me, didn’t I?”

      “Yes, and drowned yourself before you could. And now you refuse to do a simple good deed so you can be with me. Do you know what I think?”

      “Don’t need to think,” Jonas mumbled. “No good ever came of a woman thinking. It’s not natural.”

      “I think you don’t love me at all.” Her voice broke at the pain of the thought. “I think I’m just a habit. A hundred-and-fifty-year-old habit.”

      “Millie, that’s not true!” Jonas looked horrified at the charge. “I do! You know I do.”

      “Do what?” Millicent demanded.

      “Love you, dammit!” he blurted out, then blushed a fiery red. “But there’s no call for you to make me say it. Words aren’t important. It’s how a man acts that counts.”

      “Precisely!” Millicent nodded decisively. “And you consistently refused to act so that you can be with me.”

      “I told you, Millie, that’s not it. I just don’t like them letting Elias right into heaven when he was always such a meddling do-gooder and then telling me I wasn’t quite the thing.”

      “If they haven’t taken your point after a hundred and fifty years, they never will,” she said with uncharacteristic tartness. “I’m telling you, Jonas, that you must either do your good deed and get into heaven or—”

      “Or what?” Jonas demanded aggressively.

      Millicent’s lower lip trembled again and a tear trickled down her soft, pink cheek as a feeling of hopelessness washed over her. “Or I’ll have to finally face the fact that I’m not important enough for you to make the effort.” She forced the words out past her constricted throat muscles.

      “Millie, no! Don’t say that.”

      “I should have said it years ago,” she murmured sadly.

      Jonas stared for a long moment, her tormented expression tearing at him.

      “All right,” he said at last, capitulating. “I’ll do it, but only because it means so much to you.”

      “Jonas!”