He was still working the Earth, giving choice between Good and Evil, but Now each Night he, too, went to be with PAPITO DIOS! IT WAS EARLY Sunday morning when Archie came wheeling down the long gunbarrel driveway between the avocado trees to Lupe and Salvador’s little rented house in Carlsbad. Salvador was in the back, but he was ready. He’d been expecting Archie ever since he’d gone over to old man Palmer’s home and confronted him about those two hundred dollars. “Hello, Lupe,” said Archie, sweet as honey when she opened the front door for him. “How are you and the little one?” “Much better, thank you,” said Lupe. Her speech was almost back to normal again. Taking herbs and feeling so good to be alone with Salvador and Hortensia in their own home had helped Lupe heal immensely. “That’s wonderful,” he said. “Is Salvador home?” “Yes,” said Lupe, “he’s in the back. We’re just getting ready to go out the door.” “I see,” said Archie. “I’m over here,”
