Those Terrible First Hours

By Robert Carr

Everyone knows the characters of the cartoons Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? and Johnny Quest. In both of these cartoons, the characters did that which was right, without expecting anything in return-a far cry from what we have today. Even though we have many working for the common people of the nation, we have far too many who work for themselves. Even though I have the hope in Christ Jesus, I think that the media has done a good job showing that Donald Trump has an ego the size of Texas. But I feel that they do not know what to do with Hillary Rodham Clinton and therefore do not know how to criticize her. Furthermore, I don't think that it matters who gets in because I think they will be like the second Herbert Hoover.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781635256123

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Those Terrible First Hours

Robert Carr

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Chapter One

Those Terrible First Hours

We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century, this world was being watched closely by intellects greater than man’s and yet as moral as his own. Yet across an immense ethereal gulf, minds that to our minds as ours to the beasts in the jungle—intellects vast, cool, and unsympathetic—regarded this earth with envious eyes and surely drew their plans against us.

History and the seven churches of Revelation—it is believed by many biblical scholars that these seven churches apply not only to a person but the churches and to history of the church as well. The churches not only fall into the condemnation and the approval of the Lord Jesus, or Ye’shuah the Christ. Only two had the approval of Lord Jesus and two the condemnation of him. Most biblical scholars agree that the loveless church of Ephesus is the period right after the death of Jesus the Christ to the death of the last apostle, John. The next church (which is the church of church of Smyrna), it is the persecuted church, which only ended when Constantine became emperor of the Roman Empire. Of course, the end of persecution only meant that Satan found another way, and it is the very same today, and that is compromise. The church at Pergamum, which is believed to be the church of the Dark Ages, only ended when Martin Luther posted his disagreements about the Catholic Church on the door of his church. He did this because he noticed how very corrupt the Catholic Church had become. It is the very same with same-sex marriage in our day; it did not began with the gays pushing for it but with three things. The first one was the Scopes Monkey Trial, and then came Madelyn Murray O’Hair, who was then followed by the false idea that was not even a part of the Constitution: separation of church and state. Beginning with compromising of the church of Pergamum and going into the corrupt church of Thyatira—this, of course, leads to the dead church of Sardis. In the history of the Catholic Church, first came several false beliefs, and they came corrupt moneymaking works of the flesh, followed by many sinful crimes of lying and murder. The growth of the next church, the church of Philadelphia, came from the basic idea of hearing the pastors of the church preach against evil and yet seeing the members of the church do such evil things. When the words of the reformers began to be put forth of the Bible and the Bible alone, it would do us well to take note of these words and truly ask ourselves if the direction we are going truly in the way of God or not. I think not, because I think that this is more in line with the last church, the church of the Laodiceans (or the lukewarm church), which Christ Jesus says he will vomit out of his mouth. I think what the Apostle Paul wrote in 2 Timothy 3:1–5 fits so well with the members of LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender) movement and liberals in general.

(1) But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: (2) For men will he loves of themselves, loves of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, (3) unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, (5) having a form of godliness but denying its power. [Denying the very Word and law of God and saying that it means something it does not say or imply.] And from such people turn away.

I believe that since our government of the people, for the people, and by the people passes laws that the majority of Americans said they do not want, it truly makes me wonder which is worse—passing laws that people don’t like without giving them a choice, or having them vote against the said law and then declare their votes as unconstitutional and then pass the said law anyhow. Frankly, given the way people are asking themselves if we are living in the end of days, everyone has no doubt noticed how many programs on television and books have come out dealing with the end-times, or the last days. Many of them have a scientific or a science-based point of view or a very Christian point of view. A few even use other points of view, the Maya or Nostradamus, to prove the end of days is at hand. One thing is very, very clear: things cannot continue the way they are going. The one thing that makes me think and believe that the Christian view of the end of days is correct is, seeing how things seem to be following the Holy Bible’s predicted course for the end of days. The chief reason most people voted for Barack Obama was because of his claim that he had a plan. I noted that in Revelation, the Rider of the White Horse, or the first one was given a crown and bow without arrows—a symbol of given power without any form of force being used. A pastor who trained me in Revelation told me something that has stuck with to this very day: Beware of the man with the plan. Furthermore, one can clearly see war, civil unrest, moral decay, diseases, and famine. Personally, I find it very odd that these fit more with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and what Jesus said of the last days.

Daphne Josie Giggy backed further into the darkened doorway as she saw the police car make its way down the evening street. Daphne, like the other prostitutes on West Forty-Seventh Avenue, did what she could to prevent the cops in the car from seeing her. Daphne could hardly spend another night in jail—even though a nice, warm place would be good about now. The street had traces of very blackened dirty snow by the flicking streetlights, and one’s breath came out in clouds. The police car sped on by and disappeared down the street, and it did not even slow down as it went on by. The prostitutes on the street moved back into view, and things went back to the way it had been before the police car had appeared. An hour had passed before a large black Lincoln Town Car pulled up before Daphne. Instead of just a window being rolled down and the deal being made, a rail thin man who was dressed totally in black got out of the driver’s side and came up to her. As he got closer to Daphne, she could see that his skin was chalky white in color, and he had long white hair that went right to his buttocks. There was something about this man that made Daphne very uncomfortable but nothing she could put her mind on.

Finally, he spoke, Miss, how much for your services?

Twenty dollars, Daphne replied with more confidence than she felt.

The man pulled out a big roll of bills and pulled off two twenties and gave them to her before he went over to the car and opened the rear rider side door.

Once the man had opened it, he then said, If you please, miss.

Confused by the man’s treatment of her, Daphne looked toward another prostitute, who was called Big Janette. The big black woman nodded her head as if to say it was okay. After which, she held up a sheet of paper. This meant that the big black woman had gotten the car’s license plate number, and Daphne knew that the other prostitutes had taken note of this man. It was then that Daphne and Big Janette’s eyes met, and even Daphne could see that the black woman wished it had been her.

Police Detective Peter Hans Hartmann, a beefy man of about forty-five, pulled the big black Ford into the police parking lot outside the station house at 5:35 p.m. The lights of the car and the setting sun made ghostly shadows on the wall of the station house, which was a very large box-like building that was made of red brick and large glass windows. The parking lot was uncovered but paved and took up a good-sized area. Earlier this morning, his partner James Maas and himself took a call, which took them out into the desert.

The gray-haired Maas in this light looked as old as Hartmann felt. Hartmann knew that the newborn baby they were called to look into was on the old man’s mind. Hell, it was on Hartmann’s mind. James Maas told him when he first became his partner that there are some cases that stay in your mind, and there was nothing that could remove them. A newborn baby with the umbilical cord still on the baby’s body.

The Coroner Kathy Lynn Bracken, the grandmotherly-like old woman, was sure that the woman had the baby right there, on the spot, right below where the baby was laid—where Bracken found water from when the unknown woman’s water broke.

What Bracken said about this was, This woman was one tough bitch. She no doubt went through great pain dropping this baby!

Finally, his partner spoke, Hans, you know I have been to a lot of murders before. But this is one I know I’ll never ever, ever forget.

Hartmann looked at the old man, and then he knew in his heart of hearts that he would never forget it either, and then he said so.

They sat in the parked car for a few minutes before the man spoke again, Hell of a job we got, ain’t it?

Yep, a hell of a job! Hartmann responded in the same tone.

Both men got out of the black Ford and made their way into the station house. Inside the building, in the waiting area, a large black police sergeant was taking a report from a woman about some complaint. On the other side of room, facing a row of chairs, was a table with a big black-and-white television set on it. President John F. Kennedy was on the television, and the words that Hartmann caught were these:

We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade, not because it is easy but because it is hard…

Hartmann looked the young president over, before he thought to himself, Some goal, about the same as us finding out who the woman was who dropped this kid in the middle of nowhere.

The two exhausted men made their way to the desk in the squad room that was theirs. The room was smaller than it needed to be. The wood-paneled room was filled with large desks, tons of paper, and smoke from cigarettes.

After making their way to their desk, a younger man who was sitting with a female detective at another desk asked, What’s happening man?

The two of them were dressed and looked like a pair of teenage hippies—long hair, beads, baggy pants, and flowerily print shirts. They worked mostly on drug-related murders, which were on the increase nowadays.

Hans Hartmann and his partner sat at their desk before he responded in a tone far colder than he intended, The same, some unknown bitch dropped her newborn baby to die in the middle of nowhere. You?

The man shrugged his shoulders before saying, Well, you know the whores. Many of them don’t want to get involved in finding out what happened to one of their own.

Think it will go cold?

Well, one does not want to think so, but I would bet real money that it will! the young man responded.

We have the albino male and the Lincoln Town car, the petite blond woman responded. It would be just as if there were no plates because we found that the car had plates from a car that was in the junkyard, and everyone had their eyes on the albino dude!

At least, that’s more than we have, some unknown woman having a baby out in the middle of nowhere and then just leaves it there to die, Hartmann said.

Maas then said, They’re not dead yet, something will turn up, it always does!

Yet, in spite of what Maas had said, both cases did go cold.

Two motorcycle patrolmen—Luke John Wayne Davis and Marcus Cutter—sat outside a McDonald’s, eating their lunch. They sat not too far from a newspaper machine, which had in the door a newspaper with a picture of Bobby Kennedy and the headline that he had been murdered. They had just about finished their lunch when the call came in. Cutter put the last of his French fries in his mouth before saying, Hat, that’s near the Indian Reservation.

Yeah, I wonder why the tribal police don’t handle it? Davis said before putting the last bite of his hamburger into his mouth.

As they got rid of their trash, Cutter said, More than likely, it will turn out to be a drunken Indian beating the crap out his wife!

Terrific, Davis said, climbing on his hog, before the other man did the same and then started his bike.

Davis then followed this action, and then both men made their way out of town by using the interstate.

The place the two motorcycle cops were heading for was a place near the four corners’ area called the Devil’s Rectum. Both cops knew the only reason everyone went to the Carl’s Bad Cavern and not to the Devil’s Rectum was because of the foul smell that came from it. Scientists went into the cave system in order to find out the cause for the foul smell. All the detective work they did, and the only thing they came up with was that some creatures went into the cavern to die.

The motorcycle cops turned onto Highway Sixty-One and headed out into the desert. About an hour later, they saw a Native American teenage boy on the side of the road. The boy was dressed in a sweatshirt with an eagle on the front and a pair of faded blue jeans. The boy was waving his arms at them to get their attention.

As they pulled up, the boy then shouted, You come!

The boy then took off running, onto that which could only be called a dirt path, out into nowhere. Finally, the two motorcycle cops saw that two tribal policemen were waiting for them. This meant that this was far worse than a drunken Indian beating the tar out of his wife. Before they even came to a stop and talked to the two tribal policemen, they saw that this was far worse than they could have believed.

Not too far from before a beat-up, old Willys jeep and where the four Native Americans stood was a pit in the ground—which had a bloody-looking baby in it. One could almost believe it was a child’s toy due to the size of it, but that was at first sight. A closer look was all that was needed to confirm that this was no toy. Both motorcycle cops knew at that very minute that backup was needed. After the call was made, the two motorcycle cops would discover the reason the two tribal policemen didn’t want to get involved: because this was a white baby and that the boy was the grandson of the old man who discovered the dead baby. The two detectives and the coroner drove up at the same time. And then all of them heard Hartmann as he climbed out of the Ford police car.

Damn!

They would very shortly discover both of these detectives had worked on a case very much like this one years before—a newborn left to die out in the desert to die. The other detective, James Maas, got out of the car without saying a word, but it was clear he felt the same way.

Luke John Wayne Davis and Marcus Cutter, who were now detectives, heard through the grapevine that a female detective called Monique Mist was working on a case like the one they had seen years before.

When both men found the woman, she was at her desk, looking at the crime scene pictures. Monique wasn’t much to look at. In fact, she was totally unlike the female police officers on most crime shows. She wasn’t small and petite but was heavyset and very muscular with a bulldog-like face. Sure enough, the pictures turned out to be just as sickening and revolting as they remembered the murder scene they saw so many years before.

A truly terrible sight, ain’t it? Davis said.

The female detective looked up at the two men before she asked, How would you know? Her voice clearly showed her skepticism and that she was extremely doubtful about what they said.

Two detectives called Hartmann and Maas worked on a case very much like this one, Davis said.

Monique’s face clearly showed her surprise and interest at learning this, but there was still large amount of skepticism. Do tell, she said.

Davis then continued with, Cutter and myself were called to the second of these crime scene by the Devil’s Rectum and the Indian Reservation the day after Bobby Kennedy was assassinated.

And before that, they went to another one at the time John F. Kennedy set the goal of going to the moon, Luke said.

I’ll look into it! Monique replied.

Present Day or Today

Monique Mist and Luke John Wayne Davis pulled up to the scene of another newborn baby abandonment to find, near the place where the baby was, stood two young women. One was a very small and petite redhead, and the other was a very tall and thin blond. Both of them were dressed as most rock hounds, army coats and pants, with a camo-colored shirt and a bush hat from Australia. They could see that both teenage girls needed to wear very thick eyeglasses.

Davis thought that the redheaded teenager looked like the girl who played Daphne Blake in the Scooby Doo movies. He also noticed that she seemed to be very intense but also very well controlled, a personality which did not seem to go with her small size. The other was very beautiful. Even though she was very tall and thin, she carried herself with air of a movie film starlet of the ’fifties. The redheaded girl said her name was Heather Joy Masters, and the other said that she was called Sarah Anna Antigonne.

The biggest surprise was when they spoke to the redhead (the two policemen who were the first ones to respond to the crime did not bother to warn then about the behavior of this woman).

A very big fan of police shows, the very muscular black man called Tony Randall finally said, to have his partner, Wayne Price (who looked like his twin) only laugh at his statement.

What do you know about this? Davis asked.

The redhead then said in a very sure tone, Sixty-five feet from this place is a dried-out mudhole with a track of footprints headed this way. And I was able to determine from these that this woman wore a size-6 shoe and weighs a 119 pounds. This woman stumbled into a thorn bush, which told me that she was wearing blue jeans and T-shirt. From the bush, I also pulled a blond hair, which I can—

Does she watch a lot of cop shows on television, asked Monique.

The thin blond teenager then said, I know. Heather Joy Masters is not at all a fan of many television programs. She hates those programs that push evolution, aliens, unknown life forms of any kind, ghosts, or game and talk shows.

That does not leave very much, Davis replied.

Tell me about it because it is very true, Sarah Antigonne responded.

I see, and her parents are? Davis asked, drawing the blond-haired woman out.

Steve and Martha Masters, who were killed in a train-car accident when she was four years old.

Who are her care takers or parents? Monique asked, following Davis’s lead.

Her uncle and my father, Arregonne Antigonne, and his wife, Kagome, responded the girl.

Are you two the only two under their care? Monique asked.

My mother, Kagome, was going to have another child three years ago but suffered a miscarriage and lost it.

It was at that moment that Heather Masters got bored and went over to one of two dirt bikes that they didn’t see before. It was clear that great, powerful motorcycle wasn’t at all important to the two girls. The two red dirt bikes couldn’t have been no more 3500c at the most. Heather then went to the brown leather saddlebag on the bike that was on the right and opened it. From it the red-haired girl pulled a large bag of rocks, which she hung on the dirt bike’s handlebars. Heather then then pulled from the saddlebag a black case, which she opened and brought forth a black-colored Geiger counter. Davis was surprised by the small size of the thing. After all, he remembered seeing one in the movie War of the Worlds. This one seemed to be the size of an old-style cell phone, and what would be the antenna was pulled from its place.

As Heather pulled a rock from the plastic bag and then began to wave the sticklike tool of the Geiger counter over the rock, Davis asked, How did you girls come to be out here?

My father, Dr. Arregonne Antigonne, discovered through Earth Sat Five an electromagnetic abnormality that cannot be explained through electric power being used or its generation, Sarah responded.

Why does that involve you? Monique asked, the doubt clearly seen in her eyes.

It was Heather who answered the question, My father, Dr. Arregonne, is covering every base he can think of. First of all, he must have proof that there is no other logical reason for this abnormality, while he went to see if any kind of underground nuclear testing was done in this area.

I’ve lived here my entire life, and I’ve heard nothing of the sort, Davis said coldly.

That’s what my father felt, but he had to double check everything, just to make sure! And if Dr. Peter Champions’s sons—Steve and Lars—had showed any interest in doing this, we would not be out here.

But, Heather, they did show an interest, Sarah answered.

Their interest was not in the problem, but in the area of the female crotch, Heather began and then thoughtfully said, They say pastor’s sons and daughters are wild, but the same could be said of the sons and daughters of scientists. The children of pastors seem to think and believe that God will forgive them no matter what they do, and the children of scientists by and large believe that there is no God to hold their sins against them!

Just as the coroner put the baby in a body bag, both detectives gave Heather a strange look or a questioning one. Before anything more could be said, the crime scene tech called George Eller—a thin wiry man of about fifty—came over to them and said almost word for word what Heather had said.

Eller pulled out of a cloth bag, with a plastic bag in it, the things he had collected.

With luck, the man began, there may be enough of the root of this hair to get a blood type of the woman.

It was then that both detectives looked at Heather before Sarah said, I know, when she does something like that, it’s scary!

It was at that moment that the man from the coroner’s office walked by with the small baby in the body bag, and the Geiger counter that Heather was holding went crazy.

The crime scene tech George Eller said, Hold up! before he took the Geiger counter from Heather and went to the corpse of the baby.

After doing a number of things, like waving Geiger counter away from the bag and then waving it over the baby’s body after it had been freed from the body bag, Eller then realized that it was coming from the baby. Once the equipment had been returned to Heather, George Eller went up Davis and Monique to say, Davis, you had better drop a dime to the Atomic Energy Commission, that baby is hot!

Both Heather and Sarah adjusted their glasses before Heather said, Interesting!

An hour later, Heather Master and Sarah Antigonne arrived at the motel 6 they were staying at, which was on the edge of the north side of town by Wal-Mart store. Right outside the motel’s office was Kagome Antigonne—who was a very attractive Oriental woman with long black hair and was very different from her daughter, Sarah. In fact, most people confused the small, petite, red-haired Heather to be her daughter because she was more like her than Sarah. Both young women were very, very pleased to get back to the motel, and this was because the police felt that they knew more than they let on.

It was only after they had parked and shut down the dirt bikes that Kagome came up to them and asked, Where have you two been?

It was only after they had pulled off their safety helmets when Heather responded with, We were at the police station.

We found a radioactive baby out in the desert in the middle of nowhere! Sarah began, and then as an afterthought, she added, Someone had left it out in the middle of nowhere to die!

Both young girls could tell that Kagome didn’t fully understand what the both of them were telling her. It was only after they had told the full story about their discovery and the questioning by the police that Kagome finally understood.

I find it strange that they did not ask if we found anything else, Heather said.

Kagome then screamed, Heather you didn’t!

Heather then showed the object to Kagome, which turned out to look like something that came from Japan: a white-and-black cat with an arm raised as if the cat was conferring a blessing. Kagome called the police and reported what Heather had found, but strangely, no one seemed to be at all concerned about it, which she related to the two girls.

Even Sarah said after the call, I find it not at all odd that they did not think of it as very important! After all, it looks like it’s broken, and someone just gave it the deep six, because it’s not far from the dirt road that leads to the Indian Reservation.

Heather nodded toward Sarah before saying, Sarah’s more than likely right, and it is just somebody’s trash because I did notice as we passed by the Indian Reservation the appearance of which was like the old Jeff Foxworthy telling of a redneck’s yard.

They must be related, Sarah said.

Heather then responded with, Through Adam and Eve, we’re all related. Evolutionists may teach the same thing, but the real danger in their teaching is that it is a twist on the belief held by the Nazis and the Neo-Nazis, but it is the same. The belief that creating the Aryan race by the Nazis and Neo-Nazis and the creation of the genetic super by the scientists of our day, namely the creation of a better or a super human.

Heather knew that Sarah had made a good point about the pin, but for some reason, she felt she was right about it.

"I guess I’ll have to see what I can find out about this cat pin myself,’ Heather finally added.

Be very, very careful, Heather. This person has so little heart because if she can murder an innocent baby, then what is a teenage woman in their eyes? Kagome responded.

Heather Joy Masters was returned to the motel 6 in the back of a black-and-white police car, which was driven by a large heavyset black police. This black man angrily told Kagome what had happened.

Heather Masters made her way to a local jewelry store called Grace’s. While asking a very heavyset older blond-haired woman who worked there about the piece of jewelry she found, a very tall albino man entered the shop. The next thing the both of them knew, they awoke in a green trash dumpster. After telling Kagome that if Heather interfered in police business again, she would face charges, the policeman left.

Once the police was gone, Heather then said, This only confirms my opinion that that cat pin is somehow important to this case.

How can you do that? After all, the police took the pin from you, Kagome asked.

The police didn’t take the pin from me. It was a very tall albino man did, which means we’re getting close to the truth behind this, and the cat pin and the Devil’s Rectum is somehow tied together, Heather replied.

How can you do that? You said that an albino dude took it from you? Sarah asked.

From the only thing I have left, the pictures I took of it, because there is more going on here than the murder of newborns! Heather said.

That will have to wait until you get cleaned up for dinner, responded Kagome before she added, "And Arregonne found nothing that would logically explain Earth Sat Five’s electromagnetic abnormality.

Sitting around a table in a village inn was a tall, grayish black–haired man with a firm block-like (which he tried to soften with a Van Dyke) beard. And like the three women at the table, he was not dressed in the fashion of the day. Like the two young girls, Arregonne wore a sport coat that were black in color while the girls’ was dark brown. The plaid turtleneck sweater the man wore was very different from the orange-colored cowl-neck sweater that both girls wore.

The only thing that was different on the three of them was that the girls wore a brown plaited skirt and the man wore pair of black pants. The girls also wore a pair of pink fleece-like pants, which made it clear to everyone in the restaurant that they were wearing some form of school uniform. Of course, this idea was given to them by the fact that on the left breast pocket was a patch that was triangle in shape with a picture of Jesus the Christ and with words, Christ’s Way Christian School. But what really gave people this idea was due to the fact that Kagome wore a kimono.

The waitress, an older woman who was a heavyset, with her gray hair done in a bun, came up with menus and gave one to each of them.

As soon as the old woman walked away, Dr. Arregonne Antigonne then spoke, It was just as I believed before I went looking. Nothing was done by the military here. No nuclear testing, no nuclear storage, and no nuclear waste was brought here!

Then what could explain the electromagnetic abnormality found by Earth Sat Five? Kagome asked.

Sarah and I ran into a newborn baby who was very radioactive, Heather added.

Dr. Arregonne then chucked an eyebrow before asking, How radioactive?

Very. By pure logic, our problem with Earth Sat Five and the radioactive baby must be tied together, Heather responded.

It was then Dr. Arregonne said thoughtfully, Did you two find anything else radioactive around here?

Sarah and myself found nothing else around this area that is even remotely radioactive, Heather said in response.

That’s not true, we never went down the cave system that the locals call the Devil’s Rectum, Sarah added.

Again Dr. Arregonne chucked eyebrow before saying, Lovely, sounds like a perfectly horrid place to visit!

It was about that time the waitress returned to hear their last statements.

It is, as far as its smell goes!

It was now time for Heather to chuck an eyebrow, before she said, Is it bad?

The old waitress thought a few minutes before she said, What’s the worst smell you ever smelled? This is a thousand times worse. My husband thought it would be a good joke to take me to the place. He was wrong. And I can still remember the smell, it was like a rotting animal and a dirty cat’s litter box.

Heather and Sarah looked at each other. It was then that Sarah realized that Heather did not want to go the cave system.

From what I have heard, it is a cave system as vast as the Carl’s Bad Cavern, Heather added.

Has this cave system been explored in full? asked Dr. Arregonne.

To which the waitress responded in a matter-of-fact tone, Oh, I am told that happened in 1989 by the National Geographic Society.

That means that the local library should have a map and a report of the entire cave system, Heather said in very thoughtful tone.

Yes, and a report would tell if there is anything that is any way radioactive in it, responded Dr. Arregonne.

Then Kagome added, And best of all, you two will not cross the paths of the officers of the law.

We did not do it by choice, it just happened! Sarah responded.

Kagome looked toward Heather, who said nothing in response to this statement.

I didn’t say anything, responded Heather.

I know, but with you, silence isn’t golden. It’s when trouble finds you or you find it! Kagome said as she pointed the finger of her right hand at Heather. And Sarah always seems to have a habit of follow you into it!

Just how much trouble can the both of them get into by going to the public library? Dr. Arregonne said before they made their breakfast order.

Chapter Two

The Devil’s Rectum

(2) Who is this that darkens my counsel, by words without knowledge? (3) Now girl up your loins like a man, and I will ask you, and you instruct me! (4) Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me; if you have understand.

—Job 38:2–4

(21) The Lord smelled the pleasing odor, and the Lord said to himself: "Never again will I doom the earth because of man, since the devising of man’s mind are evil from his youth; nor will I ever again destroy every living being, as I have done. (22) So long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night shall not cease.

—Genesis 8:21–22

The next morning, both girls may have gotten up late, but it wasn’t late as far as the public library went. Just like last night, both Heather and Sarah were wearing their school uniforms, plaited skirts, cowl-neck sweaters, and sport coats. Both girls were surprised to see that Kagome Antigonne was also dressing to go with them. Kagome did not dress as she had dressed last night, but it was still considered by most men as very, very feminine. Unlike many women of today—who believe sweats are a fashion statement—Kagome did not wear them in public because she felt they were the sign of a very lazy person. The closest Kagome came to it was the pair of black slacks and the white sweater-like dress over it. It was very clear that she was unlike many men and women of today, who believe that their sexual behavior is a right that is given by the Constitution. However, when some social disease strikes them because they either had sex in the form of homosexual or heterosexual without any form of protection, they expect the government or we (the people) to not only find a cure for it but to pay for their treatment.

The one, I agree with; and yet the other, I disagree with. After all, I wasn’t there holding a gun to their head, forcing them to have sex. I find it interesting to note that many in the liberal media have only shown free and easy sex as a form of entertainment and yet do not even suggest or have any character on any of their programs get a social disease or have any major problems because of it! I, like many people of the religious right, feel that this free and easy sexual behavior have gone too far, and so the Purity Pledge has appeared—which those of the media find to be a joke and cannot be done, and then they point to those who have failed and yet ignore the many who have done so. I find it very interesting that this group is of all age groups and not just people of faith but also educated people as well. Most of these people can tell you that something is very wrong but cannot tell you what it is.

After a breakfast of bagels, cream cheese, and orange juice, the three of them made their way to the library. While all three went to the library, they did not all go seeking answers to the question of the Devil’s Rectum cave system. Kagome Antigonne sat and read the current issue of Time Magazine. Sarah read the National Enquirer.

After a little while, she said to Heather, How can people write such things?

People read such things, Heather replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Did you find anything? Sarah asked.

"According to very recent reports on the cavern in the National Geographic Magazine, the upper two-thirds and the bottom one-third were blocked by a cave-in. Oddly enough, a few of those who explored it came to believe that explosives had been used to cause it."

That’s just the opinion of a very small group of people, Heather, Sarah replied.

Heather looked Sarah in the eye before saying, From what I have found and learned from Rabbi Shaul, oftentimes the opinion of a small group of people can be totally right or wrong. We have a perfect example of both cases. In the first one, a small number of people came to the belief that Adolf Hitler was wrong for the German State. History shows that they were correct. In the second case, the politicians—even though they knew what the people wanted—helped pass ObamaCare against the will of the American people, among other things. Now they act like they do not understand why the American people are so upset.

You mean that in a few states, against the vote of the people, same-sex marriage has passed into law, and a judge in California has declared that the Holy Bible is not a valid enough reason to deny gays the right to marry!

Heather nodded her head before she continued with, "You know as well as I do that if you point out the fact, Holy Scripture has been proven correct in two cases. The scripture has laws against sexual relations between close kin. The royal families of Europe and several German colonies in South America provide a very good reason why scripture is correct. And scripture also has laws against sexual relations with animals, and it is believed that AIDS came from a certain ape in Africa—which means some unknown person did so and added this curse to the social disease family. It seems to me that if scripture was correct in these two cases, then it is correct on its view of homosexuality. But today people seem to think that the true course of thought is to say, ‘Maybe and maybe not.’ In the original Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, one of them made use of the question by Sherlock to Watson of the dog in the night, to which Watson responded with, ‘The dog did nothing!’ ‘Exactly,’ Holmes said making his point."

Sarah looked at Heather to say, And what is your point, and what does this Sherlock Holmes point have to do with this?

Heather then said, "Most of the scientific evidence favors the