“But I’m not going to force myself on you. I don’t need to. You’ll see the benefits of having me around soon enough. You don’t want to put me up for the night, that’s cool. Though I did notice you have a very nice guest room. But I’ll leave. No smiting. No wrath. Providing you make me a sandwich at least.”

Teri made a bologna-and-ham offering for their new god.

Lucky stood beside his luggage on the porch. “Extra mustard. Just like I like it.” He saluted. “I’ll be seeing you, kids. Hopefully sooner than later, but that’s your call. Thanks for the sandwich. Verily, I am pleased. I suggest you check under your couch cushions.”

A luminous ball of light enveloped the god and his luggage.

“Wait,” said Phil, “uh, please, sir.”

The light faded, and Lucky raised a brow.

“Is there a way you’d prefer for us to contact you?” asked Phil. “Like a special prayer or chant or something?”

“Oh, right. Almost forgot.” Lucky reached into his pocket and handed them a business card. “You can reach me at this number when you’re ready to commit. But don’t call before noon.” He put on his sunglasses with a smile. “I like to sleep in.”

The sphere of light engulfed him. He shot skyward and sailed off into the horizon.

Phil and Teri flipped the cushions, revealing thousands of coins. Enough to cover the entire surface. Mostly pennies, a few dozen buttons, and a handful of coins of foreign currency. There was also a doubloon, an earring Teri had lost over a year ago, and an old key they couldn’t place.

Phil shook the change jar. “Not a bad exchange for a sandwich.”

“Maybe we should’ve asked him to stay,” said Teri.

“You’re the one who didn’t want him here.”