Sticky Rice

“Touch it.”
“I don’t want to touch it.”
“Touch it. You needed proof. Here’s your proof.”
“I get it. You were crucified. They nailed you to a cross.”
“Touch it.”
“I don’t have any Purell or anything…”
doubting-Thomas“How can you look at these nail wounds and talk to me about possible infection?”
“Just because you came back from the dead doesn’t mean I will.”
“That’s exactly what it means as a matter of fact. You will come back. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“I know. I know. It’s just that…”
“What?”
“You and Mary M. have been hanging out a lot…”
“And…”
“After the whole epic wedding thing…I thought you may have hit the whole water into wine trick more than once.”
“That was so THEY would believe. What’s it take to get a witness around here?”
“I know but if I could make Perrier into Pinot Noir, Dasani into Dom Perignon…”
“I get it. Water into wine.”
“Anyhoo…sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“Tommy, you’re a grown man now. You shouldn’t have to see to believe. There will be things that happen that you will not be able to bear witness to. And yet still they happened. If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound even if you’re not there to hear it?”
“First off, look around. This is a desert. No forrest. I cannot even relate to the question. Second, it’s been a long 72-hours. I don’t have to tell you. I’m not up for trivia. Simon was always smarter than me. Ask him.”
“Very well. I’ll see what Simon says.”


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