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Show S7Z Brian expelled a short spurt of breath. "You t a l k like a crazy person," he said. "Well, i s n ' t that where i t ' s at? You and Danny are always talking about how everybody has his own form of craziness." But inside, I was remembering s c r i p t u r e , was tracing my thought to i t s source. The Lord had promised Abraham: 'Look now toward heaven and t e l l the s t a r s , if thou be able to number them: and he said unto him, So s h a l l thy seed b e . ' But not my seed nof Brian's; we d i d n ' t l i v e the Law of Abraham, the Principle. There were no s t a r s outside my window, only the spider tree-tops and -mm v e i l of smog hiding the lights of heaven. "Get dressed. Danny and Dierdre will be here in a minute." I sighed. "I wish they hadn't invited themselves over." Brian went to the door. "When are you going to stop being such a drag?" I bit my l i p . "When you s t a r t being kind to me!" I shouted. But by the time Danny and his wife had arrived, I had as semi/a/my kewpie-doll mask. They had brought a recording of "Jesus Christ, Superstar" with them. The evening was filled with innuendo, a l l d i r e c t i n g at the human f r a i l t y of Jesus. "He was an i d e a l i s t , t h a t ' s a l l , " one of them said - Danny or Dierdre, they sounded so much a l i k e. "Whatever He was, you c a n ' t escape the fact that the entire world feels compelled to deal with Him. Everyone draws i d e n t i t y from Him, whether for or against. Even your curses pay homage to Him." The idea was formed in my mind, but i t came out garbled and unconvincing. They laughed. |