I stood on my balcony, the hot April sun melting my tension.  I had smoked a pack and a half that day and it wasn't even noon.  There was reason to be nervous. In less than 24 hours I was headed to Vatican City to address the President. 

She had called on me to address the increase in the size of the group called the Revellers.  Everywhere across the African continent groups of converts were pledging their allegiance to Amil Carberris and his "Instructional Force."  There were concerns. 

If this so-called force continued to burgeon in size, the Presidency would be questioned and She would not be pleased.

She often requested the presence of a Diviner when a concept or action required analyzing. 

I had nothing to report.

There would be displeasure.

The End

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