been following all these years. It’s going to be difficult, especially
taking into account his innate fear of the unknown. If we’re not
careful, we could likely start a riot. Therefore it is absolutely essential
that we try to act with the serenity that our roles demand. Shall we
toast?”
The six of them raised their glasses in agreement and a with
strong current of genuine affection for one another. Theirs had been
a considerable undertaking, and it would soon be over. They shouted
“Cheers!” and “Happy Birthday.” Even though it wasn’t Yeshua’s real
birthday, they felt that it appropriate to celebrate regardless. Just as
they were about to lower their glasses, the three young boys sitting at
the next table jumped over to clank glasses in merriment.
Accidentally, the one with the long sideburns struck his bottle too
hard against Yeshua’s wine glass and broke it.
“Jesus!” cried Bob, embarrassed. The guy whose birthday it was
merely looked at him, wide-eyed, but said nothing. “Hey, man. I’m
really sorry,” Bob insisted and when the guy still said nothing, he
finally returned to his seat with Wade and Leonard.
“Wow, that dude was really pissed at me. He wouldn’t even
accept my apology,” said Bob.
“Relax, Bobborino,” said Wade. “In some countries, breaking
dishes and stuff means you’re having a good time. If those dudes
want to kick your ass, we’ll just say you’re from Greece.”
“Good idea,” said Bob. “I’m from Greece.”
Meanwhile, Yeshua turned to Moses and said, astonished, “How
did that boy know who I am?”
“Hmm. He might be smarter than we thought,” replied Moses,
scratching his beard. “These humans are a fishy lot.”
CHAPTER 5
Gareth Schlechtmann was not the type of person to let anything get
in the way of his daily business. Outfitted with the latest in cellular
phones, PDAs, and notebook computers with wireless connections,
he never had to worry that he was missing even the tiniest tidbit of
up-to-the-minute information. This spiraling network of invisible
cables feeding into his brain could never be sabotaged. Not by sleep,
not by saboteurs, not by traffic jams, and certainly not by this sexy
little make-up artist in front of him.
H O L Y S H I T !
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