“Who do you bastards think you are?” Big Bubba snarled. “My personal life is none of your business.”
“Until the last time you punched your wife around that was true. But she came to us and provided all the information we need to mete out true justice—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a bruise for a bruise, a fracture for a fracture. How should we deal with your misgivings, Reverend?”
“Reverend?!” Bubba cried.
“I said ‘shut up’,” the minister hissed. Despite a full beard and moustache (the public younger James was clean shaven all the time), dark sunglasses and a bowler’s hat to cover his trademark tattooed bald head, Fulsome worried that this professional athlete might recognize him. They could not risk such a discovery because of the explosive publicity and the inevitable lawsuit
