Jesus returned to the garage with dinner for everyone, balancing stacks of pizza as if it was nothing at all. They were soaked through with grease, but his shirts and sleeves were pristine. There was a cry of pleasure from those gathered, about half of the Twelve and two lookers on. JC gave a standard Jewish blessing before they all dug in and then dropped into the seat beside Judas, an anorak chair with one of the slats missing on the back.
"Hey," he said, smiling at his best friend. The voice had been insistent about what he was supposed to do to keep Judas, but JC had done something he normally didn't, and instead of praying, he spoke directly to the voice.
It had even answered back.
There was an understanding reached and the voice had stopped trying to make his brain explode. He felt so much better right now and was more relaxed as he looked over at Judas.
"Tomorrow I would like to take you out to dinner. Me and you. Not too fancy, promise."
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Jesus returned to the garage with dinner for everyone, balancing stacks of pizza as if it was nothing at all. They were soaked through with grease, but his shirts and sleeves were pristine. There was a cry of pleasure from those gathered, about half of the Twelve and two lookers on. JC gave a standard Jewish blessing before they all dug in and then dropped into the seat beside Judas, an anorak chair with one of the slats missing on the back.
"Hey," he said, smiling at his best friend. The voice had been insistent about what he was supposed to do to keep Judas, but JC had done something he normally didn't, and instead of praying, he spoke directly to the voice.
It had even answered back.
There was an understanding reached and the voice had stopped trying to make his brain explode. He felt so much better right now and was more relaxed as he looked over at Judas.
"Tomorrow I would like to take you out to dinner. Me and you. Not too fancy, promise."