Fats Foley sat on his couch with his cat on his lap, watching a Super 8 movie of Randy the Healer. On the screen, people walking up to Randy, him laying his chubby hand on each forehead in turn. Ruby, the Mormon’s second wife, stood behind the couch. Ruby and Fats knew each other from the Satan’s Suspenders days, when Ruby’s pimp had sent the band a couple hookers ‘cause he dug their music.
“Your husband’s a fuckin’ quack,” said Fats.
“He does this every Sunday,” said Ruby. “You think he’d take a day off once in a while. The man got him three wives, he can do whatever he wants, he spends his Sundays in church ripping people off.”
“He must be rakin’ it in,” said Fats.
“You understand it’s all a show?”
“I look stupid to you?”
“The first ones are all shills,” said Ruby, “get the ball ro
