Chapter Twenty-FourTHE GIFT
Drake kneeled in front of Lori.
“I'll put this up for you,” he said, and took the silver crucifix from her hand. He held it like a sword.
“Far beyond God, beyond the Godhead, I've traveled to find you,” he said. “I've been in a place you can't imagine. This is Christmas Eve and I wanted to spend it with you.”
He pressed putty with his thumb into a c***k in the wall behind where the crucifix hung. His arrival had shaken the walls and cracked the plaster on the west wall. The Son of Man had fallen; the new Son of Man, as the last one had charred and melted in the fire. This holy relic was crafted in glass and precious metal, bought at Universal Bookstore. They had a new rented condo, too, a townhouse on one level shared by the two young women, Lori and her sis
