(Everyone chuckles politely.)
Thank you. I’m so lucky to have such decent people as friends. They are hard to find these days.
You had something Johnny?
Yes. I want to bring a guest to our next meeting. A magical man who will amaze and delight.
(Rolls his eyes.)
I don’t know Johnny. That theologian you brought last time didn’t exactly amaze and delight.
You and Jean were all over that poor guy.
We were just testing his sainthood---he didn’t pass. I didn’t know human faces could get that red.
Well, the man I want to bring isn’t a saint either, but I doubt you can get his face red. He’s not a theologian, not a philosopher not a physicist. He’s a shaman, a brujo from the Sonoran desert.
Johnny, you have to be kidding. Is he like that creepy character out of Castaneda? Or just an old fashioned guru, gulling the gullible as he drives another Jaguar into his garage?
(Laughs but is becoming irritated.)
That is for you to decide. I just hope he can get past your iron-plated skull.
(Said with a slight trace of condescension)