"Nope," Gabriel sang out. "It's English word, all right." He tilted his head, peering forward at the cabbie. "But I gotta admit, you've got control, to be drinkin' decaf. That'd get tirin' on long nights."
He grinned at Fletcher. "Guess again."
~~~
Even though God wasn't wearing a hat, all at once He had one in His hand--a cowboy hat He smoothly raised and used to whap Ghastly on the shoulder. "How you handle Skul and Gabe is up to you," He said gruffly. "I ain't a puppeteer. But give yourself some credit, boyo." He glanced over at Ghastly. "Skul's okay for now, and My presence ain't gonna do much good for him yet. I'm here for you. You've had a rough year, and a rougher morning. Good thing there's a carnival in town." He grinned, smoothly flipped the hat and placed it on his head, and pointed out the window. "And we're just comin' up on the stop."
Indeed they were. Within a few minutes the bus had trundled to a stop and let them disembark at the sign-post just across the road from the carnival entrance proper. Strains of the music drifted across the road, and for a moment God just stood on the curb, looking across to the seething mass of people, most of them brightly coloured, and smiling a quiet smile. "C'mon, Bespoke," He said. "Let's go have some fun."
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He grinned at Fletcher. "Guess again."
~~~
Even though God wasn't wearing a hat, all at once He had one in His hand--a cowboy hat He smoothly raised and used to whap Ghastly on the shoulder. "How you handle Skul and Gabe is up to you," He said gruffly. "I ain't a puppeteer. But give yourself some credit, boyo." He glanced over at Ghastly. "Skul's okay for now, and My presence ain't gonna do much good for him yet. I'm here for you. You've had a rough year, and a rougher morning. Good thing there's a carnival in town." He grinned, smoothly flipped the hat and placed it on his head, and pointed out the window. "And we're just comin' up on the stop."
Indeed they were. Within a few minutes the bus had trundled to a stop and let them disembark at the sign-post just across the road from the carnival entrance proper. Strains of the music drifted across the road, and for a moment God just stood on the curb, looking across to the seething mass of people, most of them brightly coloured, and smiling a quiet smile. "C'mon, Bespoke," He said. "Let's go have some fun."