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Taking advantage of my agitated state, he pulls me to him, pressing our lips together. Damn his fucking soul! I push him away, and proceed to spit the taste of him into the grass. He doesn’t seem to care.

“You’ll get used to it.” He chuckles before he disappears into the night, and I’m alone once more.

Falling to my hands and knees, I grope about in the dark, finding my clothes at last, and drawing them on. At least I don’t feel quite so vulnerable now. And yes, I’m going to sleep here, damned if I’m going back there. I lie back in the damp grass, my hands laced beneath my head, staring up into the night sky, no longer tired, my thoughts revolving around Jesus, and what he’s doing, what he’s feeling and thinking, and missing him incredibly.





Chapter Thirty-One: Matthew


Last night was such a blast. What I remember of it, anyway. Mary M

brought us the most wonderful fried chicken, and lots to drink. We were having a ball when Judas had to try to ruin it. He’s such a sourpuss. I don’t know what Jesus sees in him, why he wants him around. And it’s his fault, just like everyone said, that Jesus is already in jail. It’s not fair, it isn’t. Judas deserved everything he got last night. I don’t know who hit him with the bottle, and I don’t care. I just know it wasn’t me, but I wish it was. Haven’t seen him since.

Maybe he’s gone for good.

Mary M is so beautiful. Last night she was talking to us about an idea she had, something about a concert. I don’t remember just what it was, I’ll have to ask her about it today. Maybe when my head feels a little better. She made me so happy last night. She kissed me! Right in front of the others. More than once.

It was awesome! I wasn’t the only one she kissed, maybe, but it was so good, and I think she smiled at me more than anyone else.

Oh, there she is, everyone’s running up to her, she’s handing out pieces of paper, and I manage to grab one, trying to make sense of what it says; my eyes are a little blurred. Am I imagining things, or am I seeing what I think I am?

Mary M is giving a concert? Here? Tonight? And we’re going to play back-up for her? I can’t believe it! That’s my every dream come true, right there! And even better, it’s a benefit for the Master. So not only do I get to play with Mary, and hear her sing, we get to help Jesus! Can this day get any better? I don’t see how!

Everyone is hugging her and jumping up and down, and she’s jumping up and down now, and giggling, and oh Lord, she…I mean…when she jumps…



they jiggle…and just damn…

What was I saying? Guess it doesn’t really matter right now.





Chapter Thirty-Two: Mary M


The boys are all excited at my news, and at the prospect of playing with me in a benefit concert for the Master. Of course I can’t label it as such, for obvious reasons. But I think it’ll be plain to anyone who reads the tabloids. Yes, those tabloids. The ones with names like the Midnight Last Hope Star Enquirer. Or something like that. Somehow they found out about Jesus’ arrest—or, as they know him, Joshua Stone, lead singer of The Apostles—and it made the front page of all the supermarket scandal sheets. Wonder how that could possibly have happened? Huh…Connections are a wonderful thing, and I’m blessed with lots of

’em. I have to think that’s why I’m in the position I’m in, being my own woman, having my own career and all, not just for me, but for Jesus, too. It’s certainly coming in handy right now. I’m feelin’ mighty blessed at this moment.

And what can anyone say about this? I mean, we already had permission to hold a concert, we have all of our permits and licenses and whatnots in order. Yes, I’ll give Judas credit for that, he’s always good at what he does, and yes, I do like to tell him he’s anal retentive. But once again, everything’s coming together, and I can’t help but believe that tonight’s concert won’t only draw attention to this place and these people but the injustice of Jesus’ incarceration, not to mention the very issues and causes he’s been espousing this whole time. So tomorrow not only will he be given bail, but I predict he’ll be freed as well. Completely. After that, who knows? We’ll just have to take it one day at a time.

So, what about the script? The part where Jesus dies? Does that get pushed back? Are we due to receive some sort of revision, a change in what will be? I wish I could tell you, but I have no clue. I’m just flying by the seat of my pants here, and hoping this’ll be the time, the one Coming where people will finally realize what they’re doing wrong, and stop doing it. And maybe, just maybe, Jesus can live.