Softy returned to the hotel room to find out that they didn't need a business license because their pillow business had been classified as a religious organization. Softy is very impressed with the work that Eliza did on the officers.
The officers left the room, and Eliza and Softy went to dinner at the hotel restaurant.
After they ordered, they talked about their future in this little hick town they were in. They liked the idea that they were missionaries, but they were not very excited they people might expect them to extol God's word.
"Couldn't we call our pillows, 'Sleep w/G_D?'" Eliza said.
"Are you really comfortable with that. Yesterday you told me that God did not exist."
"Maybe he does exist, and we were put on earth to spread his word. That is why the officers changed their minds," Eliza argued.
"Get real. You did a real number on those officers, but it wasn't to promote the word of God."
"How do you know?"
"We'll have to devise a test. If God really wants us to work for him, he'll give us another sign."
"Remember that Mother Teresa only heard from God for three weeks during a fifty year period. Are we that patient?"
"No, but I have an idea for a different kind of test," Eliza quipped.
