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"Out?.." "Out, taken a new position, in quest of Lesbia's sparrow.. Want me to .." "How the hell did you get in here!?" was being shouted repetitively, and with the degenerating stutter about birds, it was clear that aggravation was swaying toward panic, as the reply landed right on top, of another 'how the hell'. "Precisely! That's exactly it!" "What's exactly what?" "Hell. I think your nice Mr. Verdad headed there in hot pursuit, though, I must observe, torn by conflict. He joined that other fellow in quick dispatch, don't know his name. Their departures may be permanent. Maybe the Old Adversary will paye both their rents." The host was groaning, as his overbearing lordly manner was quavering toward discomposure. Meanwhile, the unanticipated guest offered his host one of his own seats with a hand gesture and calmly perched himself opposite, setting forth his needs. He came on a quest. He was, he said, a man who wanted to speak to God, and while staring into wildly disbelieving eyes, asked, "You DO believe in God?" "GOD?! What the fuck are you .." "Watch it, mister, you'll offend Him," with an upward pointing finger. "Maybe, that's nothing to you, but I don't want any of that blaspheming around me." Then softening and apologizing for his impertinence in his guest's haunt as the who the hell are you's resumed, "I'm a simple man of words.. on a quest." The guest leaned forward, face turned down but eyes upward fixed on his host, deeply engaged and solemnly, "I want to speak to God," he said to a confused eye squint response, then clarified, "I figure you've got a connection of sorts." There was now nothing but a very worried blank stare looking back at him, as the