IT’S A NOVEL WITH A MESSAGE: OUR UNITY IS IN CHRIST; NOT THE BALLOT BOX.
Thursday August 23rd, South Pacific
The manager of my lovely luxury hotel called me. I so love pampering myself.
He told me my automatic credit card charge did not go through today. The card was declined.
“No problem,” I told him. I got some of the cash I had brought with me when I emptied my home safe. I then payed for the next two weeks in cash.
Where was that idiot, Clyde? I’d called him every day and the phone was never answered. I’ll have to call his home which I did not want to do.
Thursday September 6th, South Pacific
I had to pay for my next two weeks in cash again. No matter, but I do need to contact that buffoon, Clyde.
I did call the international bank to have cash wired to me. The bank concierge said she was still awaiting the confirmation from the USA before she could release the funds.
“Are they there?” I asked, “The funds, I mean.”
“Oh yes, ma’am. I am just awaiting the final confirmation from your business manager, Clyde Smith.”
“Thank you. I’ll get this done for you right away.”
Some good news though, I had kept my eye on the Presidential elections in the USA, which was now only two months away and the candidate’s team I preferred seemed to be making their way to the White House.
“I wonder,” I thought to myself, “If I might still have an opportunity to influence them. I can do nearly anything with money.”
Speaking of money, I decided to call Clyde’s home. That bratty daughter answered. I could tell by her squeaky voice. And then she said, “Smith residence, Sofie speaking.
When I asked for Clyde, she said her daddy was in jail.
I immediately hung up the phone.
Saturday September 22nd, South Pacific
“Madam,” the formerly gracious hotel concierge said, “Your money ran out two days ago. I must ask you to allow my staff to empty your rooms, while you wait down here, in our lobby.”
I couldn’t believe it. There was nothing for me to say. But I seethed and spit out the words between my gritted teeth, “Someone will pay for this. Clyde will pay for this.”
I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. I couldn’t go back to the USA, even if I got a ticket. And where could I go if I didn’t have money?