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caused someone to murder him.”
    â€œLord, we came here to eat, not play Angela Lansbury,” Adele says.
    â€œWell, I know one thing that will be a mystery we will be debating over for years. Not too many stones will be turned over for a preacher. This generation doesn’t believe in anything it can’t create,” Sammy says.
    â€œYeah, the world has become a much-scarier place now. I don’t know what to tell these young folks other than to believe in Jesus and walk with Him,” Adele says.
    â€œI know when I do volunteer work at the local schools, I can’t even relate to these kids and what they’re going through. I don’t know what to say to them but to follow God,” Victory says.
    â€œBut most people don’t know what it means to follow God. To be Christlike, they can’t see the rewards. With all due respect, that’s why I vehemently oppose pastors like Cole. We can’t expect for anyone to grow healthy spiritually if we’re too caught up in the materialistic rewards,” I say.
    â€œI know this much, there weren’t any school shootings in my day. Of course, we used to say a prayer at the beginning of the day too,” Sammy says.
    I check out the room, and the unnerving individual has not only gotten up from his table, he is making his way toward us.
    â€œExcuse me, but I couldn’t help but to notice your conversation, and I was wondering if I could join you?” that man asks.
    â€œYou noticed our conversation from where you were sitting?” I ask.
    My question causes my new mysterious friend to cut me with his eyes. I don’t flinch; instead, I just sit back with a mean look of my own. He chuckles and tries to downplay my question.
    â€œNo, you can’t,” Adele says with certain sharpness. “You’re not welcomed here.”
    It appears Adele knows this gentleman and has the same reservations I have with him. So far, Adele is winning in the meanest-look contest.
    â€œNow go on back to where you came from Demetrius. We don’t want the likes of you over here bothering us.”
    â€œAdele, don’t be rude now,” Sammy says before he turns to Demetrius. “Go-ahead and have a seat. I apologize for my friend.”
    â€œI don’t need nobody apologizing for me, you hear? I don’t want to be in the presence of a man like him.” Adele points at Demetrius, and now I am curious as to who this individual is and why Adele has such a disdain for him.
    â€œIt’s quite all right. I understand that my business may cause some concern, but I can assure you that I’m square.” Demetrius takes a seat.
    â€œAnd what is your business, Demetrius?” I ask.
    Demetrius turns his evil look toward me. Whatever is the reason why he is here, it’s not for anyone to get to know him.
    â€œI am in the export business,” he says.
    Now that is a bold-faced lie. He didn’t do any of the gestures, but his delivery is pitch-perfect. A man on the up-and-up is thrown off when someone accuses him of being otherwise. Demetrius is not the slightest fazed by Adele’s accusations. If I have to guess, Demetrius dabbles in the drug trade. I know it’s awful to assume that a black man from the island is a drug dealer, but Demetrius doesn’t strike me as an honest businessman.
    â€œWhew, the devil is a liar.” Adele starts to fan herself.
    â€œExport, that seems very profitable out here,” Victory says.
    â€œThe truth is I’ve brought prosperity to Crystal Cove. And my vision is for this place to be as modern as anywhere else in the world.”
    Adele groans, not wanting to sit through any more of this conversation. “I’d rather see this island go back into the dark ages than to see it built on blood money. Now go on and get.”
    Now that comment enraged Demetrius; at least his eyes showed rage while his posture remains intact. If things were to escalate,