Fats was in the back of Randy’s church when he spotted Jack Spark come in. He was tempted to stroll casually up the aisle, show Spark who was in control of the situation, but he decided to stay put for a second, scope things out from a distance, like he used to do from his office at Studio 74, back when there were customers on the dance floor. So he waited till Jack got to the altar, and then he stood up and, his voice turned into the word of God by the church’s acoustics, boomed, “Welcome to the House that Randy Built.”
“Where is everybody?” asked Jack.
“Like I know? Maybe they heard their Healer’s gone to a better place, and they’re chasing after him.”
He saw Spark didn’t give a s**t. Yeah, right, the guy had been in ‘Nam.
“Kidding, Jackie,” said Fats. “I guess there ain’t nothin’ on
