Jasfoup gave a little wave as the door opened and flashed a set of perfect, white teeth.* “I’m Mr. Mugoto and this is my friend Virginia.”
“Virginia?” The woman looked at Harold with confusion all over her face. “That’s an odd name for a bloke.”
Harold coughed. “It’s represents me being born again in the purity of spirit,” he said.
“Born again?” The woman’s tone turned suspicious.
“Indeed so!” Jasfoup waved a pamphlet off her. “If you make a lifetime subscription today you can be born again too, or else spend eternity in the fires of Hell.”
“Not today, thank you.” The door slammed.
Jasfoup made a not in his book. “Another one volunteered for the pits,” he said. “That’s 317 today.”
*Harold still felt sorry the bloke he’d got them off.
© Rachel Green 2007