Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
And I gotta say, being saved, even if I mean it my way and not a bible-thumping way, feels pretty fucking good.
It feels so good, in fact, that I’ve stopped running. I’ve stopped chasing, and instead, for the first time in my entire life, my feet are up, and my roots are down. For the first time in my life, I’ve got a place to call home that doesn’t sit on wheels or haul my ass away from crowds of angry ripped-off customers.
Okay, technically, it’s not finished being built yet, and technically, home is still the Winnebago. But soon enough, we’re going to retire the old girl and move into the house we’re putting up in the very spot where my tent once stood, on the outskirts of Canaan. Surprised? Well, don’t be. I like it here. Hell, I could honestly like a hovel at the bottom of a pit if Delilah was there with me. Thankfully, Canaan is a whole lot better than a pit.
And now, it’s home.
I like to joke that I took Jeb’s advice, but really, the four horsemen themselves couldn’t have stopped me from asking Delilah to marry me. I supposed if there is a God and He’s got any sense of karmic justice, He could have done a whole lot to convince her to say no. But, she didn’t, and whether that’s because the good Lord approves, or because we really are alone in the universe, or because I somehow beat the system is beyond anything I need to question.
I’m a smartass with a big mouth, but I’m smart enough these days to keep it the fuck shut when I’m ahead of the game. And marrying Delilah decidedly puts me ahead of the game, trust me.
So, I married the girl, and now Canaan is home, much to the amusement of my brother. Lizzie’s dad’s money helped her beat the conspiracy to commit fraud charges, but Paul ended up going to prison for embezzlement, fraud, and tax evasion. Don’t feel too bad for the guy though, he’s in one of those cushy white-collar type places where they’ve got painting lessons and free HBO or something.
Also, Paul might be a dick, not to mention a real, real shitty con man, but jail might’ve actually been a wake-up call for him. He’s taking college courses again from behind bars, and he’s on his way to actually getting that divinity school degree. I’m pretty sure the town of Canaan is fresh out of fucks to give when it comes to helping him set up a church or looking to him as any sort of spiritual guide, but that’s the bed he made. Apparently, he’s still got his eyes on Costa Rica after he gets out, but this time, he’s thinking about bringing religion, not a suitcase full of ill-gotten cash.
Who knows, but then, if I can be “saved,” so can that bag of dicks.
Oh and him and Lizzie are still technically legally married—a fact that amuses me to no end. Who knows, maybe those two crazy kids will wind up in Costa Rica together and find true love. Or she’ll run him over with a car the first chance she gets.
As they say, God only knows.
And Canaan might be over the idea of Paul leading them in prayer, but luckily, it didn’t taint the family name as a whole. And when the trust was dissolved and the money returned, the good people of Canaan found a different Somerset to build their church and lead the flock.
That would be Christina, Delilah’s mom, who aced her way through divinity school to rise to the occasion. The new church is the other big construction project in town besides our house, and I know Jeb for one couldn’t be prouder of his wife.