Chapter 3
“I didn’t do it to be mean.”
Bartholomew and Hubert had returned to Hubert’s Sonoma-style clifftop and were sitting amongst a pile of rocks watching the waves roil and boil below.
“It was mean.”
“You asked to go there! I had to pull some strings, buddy. And I met that Joseph kid. That beach, that bed, with that guy? I can think of lots and lots of adjectives to describe the travel agent who’d arrange that little getaway; ‘mean’ does not exactly spring to mind.”
Hubert allowed the barest of smiles. “But what was he doing there? I mean, in Reverend Jarvis’s idea of Paradise…?”
Bartholomew shrugged. “I imagine Joseph is in pretty high demand. Karnchana told me Jarvis isn’t his only gig.”
Hubert’s shoulders slumped when he sighed. “So he doesn’t even believe his own teachings?
