I talked to a priest sunbathing with the Bible and his crippled mother who sucked on oranges like they were going out of fashion. He read the story about Jesus in the desert to me and squatted a wasp with the Gospel of St John. Squished it dead. I walked on pretending that I was Jesus in search of water with only hours to live. I pretended I was a desert rabbit and ran through the sharp rushes like a