James lives on a farm in northeastern Lousiana, takes care of his elderly mother, and enjoys the companionship of his cats. God educated him in the School of Hard Knocks and the University of Life, while steering him through all sorts of situations, during which he met a great variety of people. He also teaches him through mystical experiences. Besides writing prophecy, he is pioneering a type of literature that he calls verifiction--apocalyptic scifi fantasy.
Cloak and Dagger: Scrabbleby Mr James Howard Trusty
As Tokoyo and Andromeda climbed out of the luxury sedan and into the rain, the latter took two of the three briefcases with her, causing Sheila to wonder why, while Tokoyo warned Bart, "If you wanna live and do well, asshole, you had best remember what I told you and play your role to the hilt. Never forget: I'll be somewhere close by, watching and listening. And don't you dare give my girlfriend (Sheila) any shit. She's as deadly as she is pretty." She then waited for him to climb out of the backseat and take her former place up front. As soon as he did so, she closed the passenger door as quietly as possible, while Andromeda eased the backdoor shut. Sheila then resumed touring the neighborhood, while contemplating her role in the ruse at hand.
Meanwhile, after watching Sheila's sedan disappear around a bend of a roundabout course that would eventually lead it back to the driveway behind Tokoyo and Andromeda, the former started walking in the same direction that it had gone. That surprised Andromeda a little despite how well she knew her mistress and best friend. As she then followed Tokoyo, she kept her voice low, while asking, "So, we're gonna disappoint Sheila, huh?"
"She's a pro," Tokoyo replied. "She'll do quite well on her own. Besides, I have the funny feeling that she and Ronny will hit it off just fine."
Andromeda sighed and shook her head, while setting down the briefcases. As she then lit a cigarette, Tokoyo called someone via her cellphone. "Hey, Celia. Where the heck are ya?...Well, hurry up, please. It's starting to rain in a serious way and it's a bit chilly...You had best stop smoking so much of that crap. You already have the memory of a mouse, darling...My goodness. Alright, I'll make it real simple. Meet us at a place called Barton Station. It's one of those combo jobs--a little convenience store, service station, café, arcade, and hash tavern all rolled into one...That's right. Just follow Elkin Road northward until you come to a four-way stoplight. It's the only one on the whole damn road...Good. We'll be waiting-as in very anxiously...OK. See ya then." As Tokoyo then put her cellphone back into an inner pocket of her coat, she sighed, "That girl is such an idiot. She drove to the wrong fucking island! It's amazing that she can find her way home every night-not that she always does...."
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