Taylor stood and grabbed Bill’s arm. “Bill, I’m sorry, but I can’t sit here and listen to this any longer. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Taylor and the others rushed out the door.
As the door slammed Frank looked at Gibbs, “It is fragile, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes, but Taylor and his people are what, two, three blocks away by now? I have all ideas he’s already explained away everything. They’re just as happy as when they first walked in.”
“I had hoped. . .”
“No, nothing’s changed, or at least not for them.” Gibbs pointed into the dining room. Bill was holding onto the back of a chair with tears flowing down his face. Frank went into the dining room and put his hand on his friend’s back. He stood with Bill for a while and then came back to where Gibbs stood.
Frank stretched out his hand to Gibbs. “I was afraid you were coming on too strong for a while. I was really scared.”
“No, I found out long ago that there is no such thing as too strong when you’re talking about a cult or a gang. There is no such thing.” Gibbs pointed back toward the dining room. They could see that Bill had moved to a small chapel at the end of the room. He was just kneeling down to pray. Tears still poured down his face. Gibbs motioned to Frank, “come on. He’ll be okay.”
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