I feel like for the first time in a long time I have made a connection with the people. I don’t get the dirty feeling I get when I work behind the scenes. Tonight I feel like a real minister of the Gospel. I celebrate tonight by picking up some Chinese takeout and going back to my hotel room. I have a pack of cigarettes that I have not opened yet. I even have a bottle of Crown Royal that has not been touched in the last few days. I decide to wet my taste buds with a lime-flavored soda that I bought along with the Chinese food. I am halfway through my sweet and sour chicken when the phone rings. I think it is Spider, who I am going to meet up with later, but lo and behold it is Sister Deborah. I have given her the cell phone number to my disposable phone. Hardly anyone has my real phone number, outside of my clients, my few friends, and closest family members. When I am done with a job I want every piece of evidence that I was in town to be able to fit in a trash bag, and a cell phone is one of them.
