This One Is Mine, Part Ii

..Nobody in that neighborhood knew what happened to those three, but they all scoffed in disgust when Neal staggered high down the street. He had been in and out for drugs two times in the last three years, so when he fell again to them nobody was shedding any tears. Then the trench-coat man appeared, two bloodless holes in his hands, there was Holy Fire in his eyes as he looked down at the stoned man, He glanced to the disgruntled crowd, “Did you think I was something malign? All need, at time, My forgiveness, do not fear, this one is Mine.” At that three people left a car and walked over to where Neal lay, Andre was ten whole months sober, at a charity earned his pay. Luisa wore a nun’s habit, and raised orphans as her own. Karzel now worked in an auto shop, doing bills and answering phones. They helped Neal up to his feet, said,”We known where you can get help. Nothing ahead will be easy, but we all think you can get well.” As they drove off the crowd looked back, but no trench-coat man could they find, half wondered if he’d ever been there, half thought he had been the whole time.