Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore

Author:Christopher Moore [Moore, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 0380813815
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2002-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I have been out among you, eating and talking and walking and walking and walking, for hours without having to turn because of a wall in my way. The angel woke me this morning with a new set of clothes, strange to the feel but familiar to the sight (from television). Jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers, as well as some socks and boxer shorts.

“Put these on. I’m taking you out for a walk,” said Raziel.

“As if I were a dog,” I said.

“Exactly as if you were a dog.”

The angel was also wearing modern American garb, and although he was still strikingly handsome, he looked so uncomfortable that the clothes might have been held to his body with flaming spikes.

“Where are we going?”

“I told you, out.”

“Where did you get the clothes?”

“I called down and Jesus brought them up. There is a clothing store in the hotel. Come now.”

Raziel closed the door behind us and put the room key in his jeans pocket with the money. I wondered if he’d ever had pockets before. I wouldn’t have thought to use them. I didn’t say a word as we rode the elevator down to the lobby and made our way out the front doors. I didn’t want to ruin it, to say something that would bring the angel to his senses. The noise in the street was glorious: the cars, the jackhammers, the insane people babbling to themselves. The light! The smells! I felt as if I must have been in shock when we first traveled here from Jerusalem. I didn’t remember it being so vivid.

I started to skip down the street and the angel caught me by the shoulder; his fingers dug into my muscles like talons. “You know that you can’t get away, that if you run I can catch you and snap your legs so you will never run again. You know that if you should escape even for a few minutes, you cannot hide from me. You know that I can find you, as I once found everyone of your kind? You know these things?”

“Yes, let go of me. Let’s walk.”

“I hate walking. Have you ever seen an eagle look at a pigeon? That’s how I feel about you and your walking.”

I should point out, I suppose, what Raziel was talking about when he said that he once found everyone of my kind. It seems that he did a stint, centuries ago, as the Angel of Death, but was relieved of his duties because he was not particularly good at them. He admits that he’s a sucker for a hard-luck story (perhaps that explains his fascination with soap operas). Anyway, when you read in the Torah about Noah living to be nine hundred and Moses living to be a hundred and forty, well, guess who led the chorus line in the “Off This Mortal Coil” shuffle? That’s where he got the black-winged aspect that I’ve talked about before. Even though they fired him, they let him keep the outfit.

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