“Let’s get this party started!” Laughs and cheers answered. Filbert Wisconsin’s gift was powerful. The pied piper of true believers could have led the lot of them out to the swirling depths to drown and they would have happily followed. Sheila had to still herself, as he seemed to float past her family without a glance, she wanted so badly to rush into his arms and shower his smooth face with kisses.
“Play it cool Sheila, play it cool.” She repeated the mantra in her electrical storm brain. Soon enough she would be in his embrace as he held her amongst the emerald swirls, cleansing a sin from the night before that she was sure had resulted in a little miracle. Two single file lines formed without instruction, one in front of the regular preacher and a much longer one gathered for Mr. Wis
