"Diana..."
"Wha?"
"Diana Duyser..."
"Who's there? Show yourself."
"I'm sure you can see me, Diana. You seem
to have quite a talent for seeing things."
"Who is it? What's your name?"
"You know my name, Diana. Take a look at
the pecan pie."
"Yii! Oh, oh, oh, Mary, it's... Darrell,
Darrell, come quick, the Virgin Mary is in our desert!"
"He can't hear you, Diana. He's been given
a thirst, and now he's down at the pub. Only you can hear me now, Diana.
Quiet yourself."
"I, I, I..."
"Quiet yourself. You sold me out, Diana.
You know that, don't you? What was it - twenty-eight thousand pieces of
silver? You must be proud."
"Hey, not bad for a ten year old grilled
cheese sandwich. But, but I uh, wanted to share you with the world."
"And you took a bite out of me."
"That was before I noticed!"
"You said I brought you luck... What's the
matter, Diana, you don't want luck anymore? Seventy thousand, isn't that
what you claimed you won?"
A"h, forgive me, I tend to exaggerate..."
"Sure, sure. I forgive you. You probably
gave all your winnings to the church, didn't you?"
"Well..."
"What's that you're wearing, Diana? A
'Passion of the Toast" t-shirt? Not very becoming. You said you would miss
me, that I was a great comfort to you. Well, here I am Diana."
"Listen. I'm sorry. What can I do? I never
really thought that it was you on the sandwich... I, I thought that..."
"You did think it was me, Diana. You did
believe."
"You're wrong. How can you say that?"
"I'm not the one who's talking to a pecan
pie..." |
