Novel One - Phoenix Rising
One - Phoenix Rising (430 pgs) and Novel
Two - Paris 2009 (540 pgs)
are actually one novel that introduces the primary characters
and lays the
foundation for a evolving series of political suspense novels.
The main character in the novels, John WorldPeace, has a factual
the Autobiography 1948-2007 of the author, whose legal name
since 1988 has been
John WorldPeace, and a Prison Journal 2008 when the author
was a political prisioner
of the United States of America and earned his bona fides
as a real life Peace Activist.
John WorldPeace All Rights Reserved
Cast of Characters
The following are photos of actors and others faces
I found on the internet who I feel look like the characters
in my novel. I will add more as I find the photos that remind
me of the other characters.
John WorldPeace |
Francois Dubois |
Cathy Lyne |
India Celeste TinTy |
Debra PaixLaFleur Fontaine |
Alicia Downey |
Countess Karen Chirac
The Director of the CIA
WORLDPEACE ADVOCACY – NOVEL ONE
ONE THROUGH EIGHT HAVE BEEN MOVED TO NOVEL TWO.
NINE – A NEW LIFE NOW BEGINS
In late April 2009,
I left for Paris. I had considered having my cousin Doug go
with me but then I decided I should go alone. That way I could
be completely free to do whatever I wanted. Traveling with
another person would mean that I would have to consider what
they wanted to do during the trip and I did not want to take
a vote about anything on this trip. I wanted the freedom to
I arrived in Paris
about 1000 on Monday, April 13th, and was checked into my
hotel room by noon. I decided to take a nap because I thought
there was a possibility that I may be up all night. I fully
expected to meet someone of interest right away. I counted
on the fact that most Europeans, Parisians in particular,
did not hate Americans even after eight years of George W.
Bush as president of the United States.
As per usual, the
visions I had been carrying in my head for nine months came
true. I was sitting at one of the outdoor cafes at about 1400
when two women in their mid to late twenties took a seat at
the table next to me. After they settled in a bit, I noticed
that one kept looking at me. So I said hello and introduced
myself. The one I had been exchanging eye contact with told
me her name was Cathy. Her friend’s name was Gigi. After
introductions, they asked me to join them. Surprisingly, both
of them spoke flawless English. They both worked for a large
insurance company and had taken a day off in the middle of
the week to relax. They said they had no real agenda.
first covered the fact that I was an American from Texas and
then the conversation moved to a discussion of my name. As
is sometimes the case, I had to show my Texas driver’s
license to prove that my name was in fact John WorldPeace.
Then I gave them my main website address, which Gigi immediately
brought up on her iPhone.
After verifying my
claims, mainly by seeing my photo on my website, they wanted
to talk about politics and Iraq and George Bush and so on.
After about an hour, Gigi called some friends and they arrived
at 1630. One was a fellow named Jeremy and two additional
attractive young women. Jeremy was more politically active
than the others. I had fun answering their seemingly endless
questions. I was sort of shocked that they all spoke English
continued on for hours. I was alternating between coffee and
red wine until they decided to order something for dinner.
We had moved to a larger table inside the café. I noticed
that a lot of people around us were listening to our conversation.
I was just smiling to myself. I felt like an anomaly or some
kind of alien and they were debriefing me. They all had questions.
Some verbalized them, some didn’t.
About 2100, four
other people arrived and the conversation became more animated.
Sometimes they would get excited and would speak to each other
rapidly in French and then apologize to me for doing so. I
just smiled. I love to hear the French language. It is a language
that flows like silk.
About 2200, I began
to wear down but I just ordered more espresso and kept on
going. All these people were politically active. They were
into politics, art and discussing the current bestsellers.
Most of the books they discussed had not been published in
English so they would have to explain the themes before they
asked for my opinion. I realized that I needed to learn to
read French as soon as possible and Cathy volunteered to begin
my lessons as soon as the impromptu gathering broke up. I
smiled and everyone else paused their conversations and looked
at Cathy and smiled.
I was not embarrassed
and said, “Sure, if you are serious.”
She said, “Absolutely.”
I had heard that
the French were sexually liberated but I never realized just
how much. There seemed to be no questions in anyone’s
mind about the true nature of the French lessons that had
just been entered onto my agenda.
About 0130, everyone
decided they needed to get home because the next day was a
workday. Gigi decided that she would go with Cathy back to
my room and spend the night. Cathy said she was going to give
me a tour the next day and had decided to call into work and
say she was sick. Gigi said she needed to go to work but that
she did not want to take the time to go home. So she would
get up early the next morning and go to work. She had a change
of clothes in her locker in the company gym.
We all had big smiles
on our faces as I paid our bill and began to walk to my hotel.
Cathy was on my right and Gigi on my left. Both pulled close
to me as we walked. The evening was cool but not cold. I took
a deep breath of what I considered true freedom. I also took
pleasure in the streetlights and the music coming from all
Before we had ended
our little gathering, Jeremy suggested that we all meet at
his house on Sunday night. He would invite some more friends
and we could have an expanded “WorldPeace” conversation.
I agreed. Cathy said she would give me the details.
I awoke the next
day about 0630 when Gigi slid out of bed to take a shower.
I grabbed her hand and she leaned over and kissed me and then
went to the bathroom and closed the door. Cathy seemed to
be asleep next to me and I did not want to wake her up so
I laid still going over in my head the events of the last
twenty-four hours. In about ten minutes, Gigi exited the bathroom
fully dressed. She came over to the bed, gave me a deep kiss
and said she would see me later after work. I smiled and watched
her quietly leave the room and pull the door closed.
At the same moment
the latch on the door clicked, Cathy crawled on top of me.
She had obviously not been asleep.
About 0800 I woke
and called room service to bring up some pastries and coffee.
I then got out of bed and went to take a shower. I had just
gotten the water hot and stepped inside when Cathy came through
the door and joined me.
I thought to myself,
“Welcome to France, John WorldPeace.”
I took a cinnamon
roll with nuts on it from the cart and sat it down next to
my coffee on the antique table in the corner of the room next
to the window. As I was staring out the window thinking about
all that had happened since yesterday as well as the last
eighteen months Cathy had sat down next to me with her coffee.
I was so distracted that I had not even noticed.
I said. “How are you today?”
Cathy smiled but
did not speak immediately. I had the feeling that she was
processing as much information as I. Eighteen hours ago we
did not even know each other and now we had been intimate.
fine,” she said. It was obvious that her mind was in
“Life is strange,”
“Oh, that and
some,” she said in English with a very slight French
accent as she looked into her coffee cup and then took a sip.
Cathy was twenty-five.
She had a beautiful figure but people would not classify her
as a beautiful woman. I thought that make up would make a
significant positive change. But this is the kind of woman
I had always been attracted to. I call them women of substance.
Women who were motivated, even driven, and who had achieved
success in life based on intelligence and hard work and not
on their appearance.
Cathy was what I
would call a workhorse as opposed to a show horse. She had
a very pleasant personality and I could tell she was a philosopher.
She thought about the global aspects of even mundane things
the same as I did.
“You know what?”
she questioned still looking into her coffee.
She paused a bit,
then said, “You know I had a dream about you a long
I thought, Looks
like I have connected with another New Age woman or even worse
a hippie chick born out of time. I fully understood the mindset
because of the fact that my art and writings and poems were
all pulled from that metaphysical ether. The problem was whether
this young woman was firmly grounded in the real world unlike
the majority of New Agers.
I had found over
the years, all the way back to 1984, when I was around a whole
lot of very gifted psychics, that the more psychic a person
was, the less grounded in reality they usually were. Many
of these people, mostly women (I think because women deal
with the miracle of conception and birth so they are naturally
metaphysical) cannot keep a job. They live in the spiritual
world of metaphysics but their bodies are trapped in the reality
of the earth were they have trouble adjusting and staying
For whatever reason,
some psychics have proposed that I have a right brain –
left brain fusion. I can dedicate myself to the most abstract
reality yet at the same time fight toe-to-toe in a vicious
court battle. I usually refer to myself as a warrior artist.
I waited for Cathy
to speak but not impatiently. I wanted to hear what she had
to say. If it was too far out or if I found her unable to
hold a steady job, I would have to disengage from her.
“How long ago?”
I asked, trying to let her know I did not think she was crazy.
Intuitive people have to be careful who they reveal themselves
to. The majority of people can’t understand people who
have psychic visions and thoughts and dreams; especially if
those revelations come true. And to some degree, fundamentalist
and archconservative people fear and attack those with psychic
abilities. I wanted Cathy to know her thoughts were safe with
me and I would not demean her if she verbalized them. I wanted
to let her know that I was psychic myself but not until I
heard her response.
“I saw you
sixteen years ago in a vision,” she said looking deeply
into my eyes.
I did not know it was you but I had a very vivid vision or
dream of a man your age who shaved his head. I had seen him
in a sidewalk café wearing a starched white long sleeve
shirt,” she related.
I remembered that
back in 1984, a woman I met though a psychic I knew, had said
the same thing. Back then, all I wore was long sleeve white
cotton shirts and blue jeans and cowboy boots. It was unusual
for me to dress like that now but I had done so yesterday.
“That is why
I could not take my eyes off you. I kept reliving that vision,”
I said and waited for her to continue still wanting her to
feel safe. This conversation was very common for me. Not the
specifics, but strangers relating to me that they had experienced
a psychic vision or dream about what I call the shadows of
me. Shadows would be the vague image of me that appears to
others. Generally, I felt these others were persons who I
was destined to connect with in this lifetime for some reason.
Some connections would be for very short periods of time and
others for longer periods of time; most were positive, some
I said looking at her until her eyes rose from her coffee
and met mine.
to me often,” I said. “What I find is that when
it happens, I am supposed to connect with that person. I seldom
know why. Generally, they don’t either. But there is
always a reason that becomes obviously sooner or later.”
“I really did
not think we would end up sleeping together,” she said.
“Especially so soon after we met. But I immediately
felt safe with you. I knew you from my vision, which seemed
more significant than meeting you in person with no dream
or vision to cloud my mind.”
“Do you regret
last night?” I asked.
“No, not at
all,” she said. “In fact, I have never felt as
much at peace around a stranger as I did in your presence.
The whole experience was blissful; almost perfect. Only when
I deal with it logically does it confuse me. You were wonderful
in bed,” she said meeting my eyes. “I knew you
would be. You are more than just a wonderful lover. You made
me feel like you really cared for me and about me.”
I said. “I don’t do one night stands. There has
to be the potential of more. Casual sex has not been my habit.
The few times it has happened, I have always felt used; like
a machine, a bionic man.”
There was a long
silence between us as we both became lost in our thoughts.
Cathy then stood
up and let the hotel robe she was wearing fall to the floor.
She looked into my eyes and I met hers as my peripheral vision
enjoyed her fit and shapely body. She came to me and pulled
my robe off my shoulders and straddled me as I sat in the
armless chair. She pulled close to me and laid her head on
my shoulder as she used her feet and legs to gently rock back
and forth on me. We kissed deeply and I placed my hand firmly
on her rear as she wrapped her legs around me and I stood
up holding her body without disengaging from her. I walked
to the bed, turned and sat down, laid back and slowly centered
us in the bed maintaining our connection. We kissed deeply
as we increased our rhythm.
We were both lost
in that beautiful space where the bliss of sex rumbles across
thoughts that only come in deep peaceful meditation. I felt
that we had both reached that perfect place where you can
gently rock for hours in the intimacy of touch as your mind
goes to the most beautiful and serene places, drifting until
sleep overtakes one’s consciousness.
At noon, we woke.
It had been a very long time since I had felt this relaxed
and at peace. It reminded me of those Saturday mornings in
my first marriage. The week was over and finally I had been
able to disengage from business and relax without guilt and
lay in bed half asleep.
We got dressed and
Cathy called Gigi and Jeremy and set up a rendezvous in a
different café for about 1630. It would be 1900 before
Jeremy’s friends arrived.
Cathy decided that
we would go to a cozy café for lunch that most tourists
to Paris never discover. It was about a mile from the hotel
in one of the oldest sections of the city. We decided to walk;
actually take a leisurely stroll in that direction.
It was unseasonably
warm with a perfect blue sky overhead. About a block from
the hotel, I bought a vanilla and chocolate ice cream cone
that Cathy and I shared. I had burned up a lot of energy making
love to her and I needed some sugar. If the sugar started
to crash my system, I would stop and get an espresso. Coffee
was available on almost every corner in this part of the city.
We took our time.
Cathy was aware that I was taking in all the sights, sounds
and smells trying to get familiar with this magical ancient
city of Paris. She held my hand and leaned on my left shoulder.
I am sure people thought I was an old man with his granddaughter.
Then again, maybe not. This was Paris, the city of love. What
they did know was that I was an American. I loved my short
brim Stetson but I just did not want to stand out that much
even while wearing something so distinctive.
We came to a long
avenue for pedestrians only and the trees were just budding
green. In a few weeks they would have created a beautiful
long canopy of trees. There were benches on both sides of
the avenue in line with the trees. About half way, we stopped
and sat down and shifted into the role of observers as opposed
to the observed. I could tell Cathy’s mind was blitzing
through the events we had shared, as was I. But I had 35 years
more of being alive than she and that allowed me to more quickly
process and relate to what had happened between us.
I tend to see everyone
as an old soul, so physical age in this reality does not impact
on me. I felt like I had known Cathy for ages, not hours.
Sure, she was a young woman barely out of girlhood. Yet there
was an old soul understanding about her that I easily connected
with. Being with me, she was simply awakening those ancient
Every real psychic
whom I had encountered over the years assured me of two things:
1) I would be a teacher of teachers, and 2) I would be very
rich with money in my old age. I wondered what I had to offer
to Cathy. After two nineteen-year marriages and the fact that
I was sixty years old, I doubted that I would meet a true
Cinderella. Not only that, my life was way too tense and hectic
for most women; a personal chaos that was self-imposed by
what I considered my purpose driven life.
“A penny for
your thoughts,” I said.
Cathy looked up
at me still lost in thought. “What?” she said.
I said, “A
penny for your thoughts.”
Like a person just
awakened out of a daze, she said, “I am just spinning.
There are a lot of things going on in my mind. You have bedazzled
“I am just a crazy old man named WorldPeace,”
“You are funny
alright,” she said, “but not in a comic way. You
are funny interesting, as in enigmatic.”
I’m a good
listener. I waited for what she had to say next.
if you affect all women you meet the way you have affected
me,“ she said.
truth is that I don’t choose women and American women
know to stay away from liberals, especially someone with a
name like WorldPeace. That is why I came to France, to be
with my own kind. I was suffocating in America,” I said.
I could tell she
was listening very carefully to me. “So what’s
the plan?” I asked.
“I just want
to stay in this dreamscape,” she sighed.
“Life is but
a dream my dear,” I said. “This old man needs
to get up and move before my bones freeze up. I am in good
shape for the shape I am in but I have some muscles and joints
that have been dormant for a few decades.”
“You are something
else,” I said. <isn’t this her speaking?>
I stood up and she
followed still holding onto my arm.
we going to do tonight?” I asked.
“We are going
to meet up at the Red Dragon Café. Jeremy will be there
and maybe Gigi. But Jeremy is bringing five or six people
he wants you to meet and them to meet you. You know how it
is though; six are invited, three show up,” she said.
is supposed to show up will be there,” I said.
are a bit more active in political matters and issues relating
to social change than most of Jeremy’s friends. They
are networked into a lot of peace, political and art related
circles. Jeremy is sort of presenting you as the messiah,”
“I hope not,”
I said. “That is a way to get me arrested or killed
in America. I am just one simple man with one simple message;
WorldPeace,” I said concerned about anyone referring
to me as a messiah or avatar of any stripe.
She looked at me
and said, “Were you a hippy?”
“No, I am
afraid not,” I replied. “I was there on campus
in the sixties but I was too busy to participate in the rallies
because I was working and going to the University of Houston
I wondered if she
was surprised by my answer. I continued. “I have never
used illegal drugs. In fact, after being in jail, I try to
stay away from people who even use drugs. It is not easy because
the people I feel most connected to tend to abuse one substance
or another. I just try to be careful who I associate with.
It is a bit scary here because I don’t know anyone who
can help me avoid getting into trouble. I just want to paint,
write, and run my web design business and associate with my
own kind,” I said.
“I think you
are well on your way already,” she said. “These
friends of Jeremy’s you will meet tonight seem to know
everyone of importance in Europe. They are excited about meeting
you,” she added with a smile.
want to see the American pariah or anomaly,” I said.
“Like going to a human zoo and seeing what an American
liberal looks like. They probably think I am a middle of the
road Republican when the truth is that I am probably the most
liberal human being on the planet. But I am looking forward
to being with you and meeting new people with interests similar
to mine,” I said as we exited the budding canopy above
Even though there
were tons of things we did not know about each other, we did
not really talk as we strolled along. I felt like I was in
heaven. I was breathing a new kind of air. I felt safe in
Paris. Not safe from American violence but safe in that I
did not have to watch what I said. I felt I was free to have
open discussions about most things about which I am interested.
And I was excited about getting a first hand view of what
Parisians thought about America. Everyone was fascinated with
the wealth of America and at the same time they were frustrated
and confused with its politics.
We arrived at the
café’ and I thought, I am home. It was 1630.
The Red Dragon Café
was not a Chinese restaurant as I thought it would be. It
had two beautifully carved mahogany doors, one dragon on each.
Once inside, it was very dark and open. There were booths
along three of the walls and in the center there were open
tables that could be pulled together to accommodate any number
of diners. There was a hallway in the back that appeared to
lead to other private dining rooms. I was new to France and
new to meeting people in cafés, bars and restaurants.
It is not something I did in America.
So I could not determine
if this was a typical café or not. The walls were decorated
with various pictures and reliefs of dragons but not that
many really. At this time of day, few people were eating.
Most were drinking coffee, wine and hard liquor.
Jeremy was waiting
for us in the back left of the open area in one of the booths.
There was some kind of extension from the booth and it would
seat about six to eight people easily. The noise level was
not that bad. I could hear pretty well in this place and thought
I would not have to put in my hearing aid. I had an eighty
percent hearing loss in my left ear. My right ear was normal.
Because of my left
ear, sometimes the acoustics in a restaurant or bar make it
impossible for me to hear anything very well; not so in this
café. I shook hands with Jeremy and then moved into
the booth such that I could sit with my left ear to the wall
for the best chance of hearing what was being said. I ordered
a regular coffee and Cathy ordered a light red wine. Jeremy
had a local beer.
Jeremy and Cathy
hugged but it was interesting to me that no one commented
or even looked like they noticed the fact that I was much
older than Cathy. They seemed to ignore that she was sitting
very close to me and was constantly touching me. This definitely
“How was your
day, John?” Jeremy inquired.
“It has been
very pleasant. I love it here. I was in Paris in 1972, when
my first ex wife and I came here just before New Years. I
was in the Army and stationed in Vicenza, Italy. The ex and
I took some money from our small budget and came here with
my first child who was only five months old at the time. I
somehow knew that I would return. I just did not know it would
be thirty-five years later,” I said with a smile.
the smile. “You know, I have a thousand questions to
ask and I feel a bit guilty about it,” he said. “My
friends also have their questions. I hope we won’t come
across like the Inquisition to you.”
love questions. I am a very open person and will answer almost
anything you ask. I like questions that relate to my ideas
and philosophy because they allow me to constantly check my
beliefs to see if they are in harmony and coherent as a whole.
So much of life for most people is adopting conflicting beliefs.
Like supporting a televangelist who makes millions promoting
Jesus, who was not materialistic. There are Buddhist monks
traveling all over Asia who live like Jesus even though their
religion teaches something very different from what Jesus
taught. And by the way, it is very hard to irritate me with
questions. The only thing that makes me mad is being lied
to or deliberately lied about,” I said.
“Well my friends
have lots of questions and are excited and eager to hear what
you have to say,” Jeremy said in a very upbeat manner.
“Who are your
expecting?” I asked noticing that Cathy was quiet like
the night before except today she was lost in thought. She
was hanging on to me to keep from falling off into whatever
thoughts were possessing her at the moment. She made me smile.
and Francois. They are my closest friends. We all met in college
at the University of Paris. We are all in our early thirties
and finding that even though we were determined to change
the world ten years ago we have not found a satisfactory vehicle
we could support or endorse whole heartedly,” he said
eager to tell me more about his friends.
“So what do
these friends of yours do to earn a living?” I asked.
Henri own a very successful pastry shop and Francois is a
commercial artist who works for herself on contract. Francois
went to college to become an artist but Rene and Henri have
accounting degrees. Rene and Henri have been friends since
childhood. I always knew their personalities were too outgoing
to be ‘bean counters’,” Jeremy said with
I said, “I have an accounting degree along with my political
science and law degrees and I had a bookkeeping and tax business
until my first divorce. My problem was boredom. I was not
really bored with accounting and taxes, but I wanted a more
dynamic business career. It is hard to run a large successful
business without a significant knowledge of accounting. So
I did that work as an easy source of income but more so to
learn how to value businesses and to make them successful.”
said Jeremy. I noticed that he did not expect me to come from
that kind of educational and working background. He like most
people who hear my name did not think that I might be a professional
businessman because general business and conservative mindsets
go hand-in-hand and are contrary to liberal thinking.
Before he could
speak, I said, “Yes, most business owners who meet me
for the first time expect to see an old burned out hippie.
They are always taken aback when I appear at our appointments
dressed like a successful banker. It always makes me smile.”
I could tell that
he had an agile mind and was absorbing everything that I had
“What do you
do for a living, Jeremy,” I asked.
he said still processing my business background, “I
essentially manage my family’s assets. Both my parents’
fathers were in the real estate business as were their fathers.
My mother’s father also owned a bank. I, like you, have
accounting and law degrees as well as an MBA from Howard.
I guess you could say I was trained to manage the family assets
after it was determined that I was the most qualified of all
my cousins. Qualifications are not the right term. I seemed
to have had an aptitude for business even before I was qualified
He continued. “It
used to embarrass me that I managed my parents’ wealth
as opposed to having been like my grandfathers who created
a significant amount of wealth starting from nothing.”
all have different financial talents and many times entrepreneurs,
that’s a French word isn’t it,” I paused
to smile, “take a few too many risks to be good preservers
of wealth. You obviously have your family’s respect
and trust and are well suited for your profession.”
John. I never really thought about it like that. You are right.
But you have been able to deal with the boring discipline
of business and at the same time found time to work for peace
and write and paint,” he said.
myself an advocate for peace and WorldPeace but at the core
of me, you will find a businessman. Unfortunately, due to
my ex wives and one of my sons and my inability to see their
shortcomings and treachery, I reached age sixty with nothing
to show for all my hard work in the sense of significant assets.
But that is all about to change,” I said.
“John, I was
excited and eager to discuss WorldPeace with you but now I
see we have other things in common as well. I just tripled
my reservoir of questions,” he said still trying to
process the reality of me as a businessman.
will discover that I have come to the conclusion that the
best and most practical way to increase the peace in the world
is by creating jobs; more specifically, using Third World
labor to create products to sell at significant profit in
the First and Second Worlds. And I intend to use the profits
from all my endeavors to create even more jobs. So my vocation
and advocacy for WorldPeace are one and the same,” I
think I have created the world’s first ‘for profit’
charity,” I said laughing out loud.
I saw that he followed
exactly what I was saying and was to some degree, momentarily
speechless. I smiled.
“Oh, here come my friends,” he said as he stood
up and waved them toward our booth.
As Jeremy went over
to greet his friend, I asked Cathy, “What do you think?”
overwhelm me,” she said. “I don’t know what
to think. I know men your age at work and my grandfather is
a strong personality but I don’t know anyone like you.
Your knowledge and experience are so dynamic. I don’t
even know if my brain will hold as much knowledge as what
you have already acquired and you seem to be just starting
your life. It is like you are still in your thirties. I am
just trying to take it all in.”
one of my wives had more than a high school education. Both
marriages lasted nineteen years. I don’t expect you
to function on my level even with your education. But the
truth is that we just met a few days ago. The time we have
had together has been great. Just relax and don’t try
to look too far ahead. All we ever have is ‘now’
anyway. We can talk about it later. Right now I am the freak
show that has come to town and all this is refreshing to me.
So everyone comes away with something, you see?”
worry, I am not going anywhere right now,” she said.
“I have a front row seat to the most dynamic man I know,”
Cathy smiled, squeezed my arm and reached up and kissed me
on the cheek.
Jeremy arrived with
his friends and I started to slide out of the booth to get
get up, John,” Jeremy said.
I relaxed back into
my space and Cathy moved closer to me to make room for someone
to sit next to her, which it seemed would be Jeremy’s
female friend Francois. I smiled because she moved closer
to Cathy than necessary in what I felt was a claiming move.
is Rene, Henri and Francois,” Jeremy said.
I reached out to
shake each one of their hands as they were introduced.
Francois sat next
to Cathy and Rene and Henri took the seats across from me
with Jeremy at the end of the booth. As the evening went on,
I realized that Jeremy was the host and his end position allowed
him to get up and take care of our needs. It also became obvious
that Jeremy was going to pay for everything and this appeared
to be a habit when he got together with his friends.
I could also see
that Jeremy had a wide circle of friends by the number of
people he acknowledged in the restaurant as the evening progressed.
No one needed to do anything. Jeremy kept the drinks coming
(coffee, wine, beer, soda water) and kept appetizers on the
table until we were ready to order dinner about 2000.
“How are you
enjoying Paris, John,” Rene asked.
has been a non stop ride since I landed; in a wonderful way.
The truth is that I love America but I am too liberal to really
fit in. Also, living in Texas, that was part of the Confederacy
and still part of the Southern Christian Fundamentalist Baptist
belt, has been a challenge to me all my life. Most people
outside of my business were sure that I was from another planet.
I love rural Texas. But don’t try to talk about anything
other than the weather, the price of beef, football, soap
operas or Jesus in the country. Paris has a world reputation
for attracting the radical painters, writers and political
exiles and other misfits. I guess I feel akin to all of them
in a much less notorious and as yet infamous way. I wanted
to come here when Bush was intent on starting a war in Iraq.
At that time, I wished I had been in France where people said
‘hold on, let’s not go to war so fast’.”
Everyone was nodding
and smiling. I suddenly realized I was twice as old as nearly
everyone at the table.
of businesses were you in, John?” Rene asked.
accounting, tax, law and web design. I have been self employed
ninety percent of my adult life,” I replied.
you doing now?” Francois asked.
Francois was an
unbelievably beautiful woman and it was hard to think when
looking at her; even harder when making eye contact with her.
“A lot of
things actually. Business wise I am restarting my web design
business but I am also negotiating with Harper Collins with
regards to publishing my books; The WorldPeace Advocacy. In
fact, I hope to have a decision before I leave here in about
ten days,” I said.
written books?” Francois asked.
I noticed how Jeremy
was allowing his friends to ask the questions. It was like
these were all questions he would have asked if we were alone
but he seemed to be trying to let his friends arrive at their
own opinion about me. He did this by letting them ask the
questions. I felt his questions had already been placed in
some kind of hierarchy. He was evaluating me in a curious
friendly way. I just did not know why. But I understood because
I immediately saw we were both alike in how we gathered and
processed information. I knew he had to have a keen mind if
he was managing his family’s fortune at his age.
“Yes, I wrote
3000 pages last year as I sat in prison, mostly in solitary,”
I said knowing this would wake everyone up. Cathy already
knew the story because she saw the tattoos on my right shoulder.
‘WorldPeace, U S Army ’70-72’ and Prisoner
for Peace Federal BOP ’07-08’ I waited for a moment
because this information left everyone speechless. They were
trying to figure out how to ask why I was in prison and afraid
I had killed someone. That made me smile.
“Yes, I was
punished for my only criminal act. I allegedly resisted arrest
by a Deputy Federal Marshal on a civil matter. And I let my
enemies in the Texas political and judicial systems get some
payback for my attacks against their corruption in both arenas.
I pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor Federal charge of resisting
arrest. The cop that tried to arrest me lied and said I knocked
him down and kicked him when I never touched him. But even
with a guilty plea and no criminal history, the judge, my
enemy from 2002 when I ran for governor of Texas, gave me
the maximum sentence of one year in jail. It was wrong but
that is Federal justice Texas style.
to come out of jail without accomplishing something, so I
began to write my autobiography almost immediately. I have
done a lot in my life. When I finished writing my autobiography
I had almost eight hundred pages. I called it The WorldPeace
Advocacy 1948-2008. It is a non fiction book.”
“Then I decided
to write fictional novels projecting the next forty years
of my life. At first, I thought it would be another eight
hundred pages. But after thinking about it for a month or
so, I realized it needed to be more of an epic with unlimited
too many areas of society that politically impact on the level
of peace in the world human society. I felt that I would finish
the books about the time I was supposed to go to the halfway
house in November 2008 to serve my last month in jail. So
the last week of May 2008, I began to write The WorldPeace
Advocacy 2008-2048 and that would take me up to my one hundredth
As I spoke, everyone
was absolutely quiet. I even noticed that the people in the
booth next to us had quit talking as had the people at a freestanding
table right behind Francois. I did not think I was talking
that loudly. I guessed it was just my Texas accent and not
what I was talking about.
that’s a lot for us to take in. It is hard to imagine
writing 3000 pages in less than a year,” Jeremy said.
book one was just my biography and it flowed pretty easily.
And consider I had been writing a long time. One thing the
practice of law did for me was to teach me how to focus my
thoughts. I had been a salesman in all my businesses so between
my selling experience and the practice of law, I had developed
an effective method for organizing and presenting my thoughts.
“Also, I had
been experiencing and studying politics, law and religion
most of my life. So I had had the content in my brain. Once
I found a way to organize it all, the writing came pretty
easy. It was a lot of work physically because I had to write
everything the old-fashioned way with pen or pencil on paper.
I had no computer or even a typewriter available to me. I
could have completed the manuscripts in no time if I had had
access to a computer.”
They were all listening
with rapt attention.
is very boring. That is what I realized above everything else.
There was minimal harassment from the guards. And I was in
a protective custody cell block in Harris County because I
had been an attorney and because my son was a sergeant with
the Houston Police Department. So I had my own cell. I did
not have to share.
I realized that had I not been jailed I might have never written
the books. Outside jail there are too many distractions. So
all I had to do was to write my books and read novels to understand
how to put a story together. I also spent thirty minutes to
an hour reading the Bible each day. I have a book about the
Apostle Paul and one about Jesus in the works. Most of this
you can find on my web site at www.johnworldpeace.com.”
Francois spoke up
and said she had already been to my website and that is why
she came this evening. She wanted to see me in person.
“And so what
is your feeling at this point? Did I disappoint you?”
I asked looking around Cathy at Francois.
you are too much for someone to define in a short period of
time. I was impressed with your art as well,” she said.
“You are a
serious painter too?” Jeremy said stunned. “I
thought you just dabbled in the creation of art.”
I said. “I have been an artist wannabe all my life.
But I really just developed my style in 1986.”
After this exchange,
the conversation turned to more personal matters like personal
histories and questions about Texas and if I could ride a
horse. They could see the Stetson and my cowboy boots. However,
I never wore cowboy suits with yokes.
I wanted to leave
by 2300. I wanted more time with Cathy. She had called Gigi
and asked her to bring some clothes for her to work the next
day. She would shower in my hotel room and change when she
got to work.
It was obvious that
Jeremy and I would talk more and I felt the same with Francois.
By the end of the evening she was trying to figure out what
my relationship was with Cathy. Francois I intuitively knew
was a very artistic and intelligent woman and I began to believe
that she knew Jeremy through an association of wealth. They
did not flaunt it, but you could see it in the way they carried
themselves. I felt that Rene and Henri were like Jeremy’s
fishing buddies. Guys he could relax with. I would categorize
them as normal people.
to me to be someone who was trying to sniff out what is referred
to in Texas as ‘bullshit’. I just smiled. I had
heard all these questions before. I had seen all the looks
over the twenty-two years since I changed my name to John
All I really knew
for sure was that my excursion to Paris was right on. This
would be my new home. I belonged here. I loved it. This place
seemed like heaven to me.
We all left about
2300. The meal was wonderful as was the entire evening. I
thanked Jeremy and he said he would call me in a few days.
He wanted to have an expanded gathering in his home for me
but after what he heard tonight, he wanted to visit my website
to decide exactly what mix of people he should invite.
Cathy and I caught
a cab back to the hotel. When we got into the cab, she pulled
me close to her and gave me a very passionate kiss as she
moved my hand to her breast.
“I guess this
means you are not going to run away and abandon me,”
“Not in this
lifetime,” she said.
We went to my room
and right to bed and eventually to sleep. I loved the way
she felt next to me. I thought of Linda and Rose back in America.
I spent the next
week walking around Paris and making a few bus trips to see
the countryside. Cathy went to work each day but she spent
all her time outside of work with me. She did not impose on
me or smother me. She just devoted all her free time to me.
I was to leave on
Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Jeremy wanted to have a gathering
of friends for me on Sunday, April 19th. I had visited him
several times after the evening at The Red Dragon Café.
He was a very busy young man and I had a lot of exploring
I wanted to do before I went back to America. I would be back
in five weeks and every four or five weeks after that until
I moved to Paris. I hoped that would be by the end of the
Cathy and I had
a lot of long conversations about an ongoing relationship.
I was honest with her and told her I was seeing two women
back in America but did not feel either relationship would
develop into a full time husband and wife marriage or anything
close. Essentially they were friends with benefits.
Linda and Rose and
now Cathy came to understand that I had twice failed at marriage.
Granted both marriages lasted nineteen years but in the end
both wives left me. I had little real hope that I would find
Cinderella at my age and live happily ever after. But at the
same time, the only kind of relationship I knew and somewhat
understood was a long-term marriage. I never really dated
so I did not understand a relationship with a woman who was
not a hundred percent connected to me.
I also knew that
my future was questionable. I had no idea where I would live
or how I would make a living for sure. I was not concerned
about making money in my web design business. I was just not
sure what I was going to do to integrate the other parts of
my life; art, writing and my WorldPeace Advocacy. I did not
know if my books were going to be the last non traditional
effort I was going to pursue in my life. I felt I was still
on my WorldPeace agenda even with all the other chaos around
me. I knew I had to finish my books and try to find a publisher
if Harper Collins did not pick me up.
This is one of those things in life you have to take on faith.
My logic kicked in and I realized that at least for 2008,
I was going to be in prison. I had nothing better to do than
to write. And I had a great idea for this epic novel, so why
It became clear
around the sixth month of being incarcerated, that by the
time I left prison, I would have a very set habit in my daily
life. I would pray and study each morning. I would have my
diet under control, eating better and only at certain times.
I would be exercising once every other day. I would write
a certain number of pages per day. When I exited prison, I
would expand on that routine to include going out to eat,
getting into distance horseback riding, join a biking club,
go sailing and so on. But all these things would be scheduled
into a fixed routine. The reality was that I could see myself
relaxing more into a routine that was less hectic than the
chaotic life I had been living for four decades.
It was acceptable
to Cathy for me to continue seeing Linda and Rose since she
could not come to America and stay full time. She even understood
that I may become involved for a short time with other women
as I traveled the world. But she also knew it was not my nature
to achieve any satisfaction with a relationship based on nothing
more than sex. She also knew that I would have my home base
in Paris and I would be there more than anywhere else. And
she knew she was twenty-five and there was no way she intended
to marry until she settled into some kind of career probably
after age thirty. By that time, I would be almost seventy.
And she knew I had no intention of having any more children.
So Cathy and I were
taking things day to day. She filled a lot of my emotional
needs even though she was so much younger than me. We had
a great time when we were together and ignored the people
watching an old man and a young girl carrying on like young
Cathy took care
of me in many ways. And unlike the Snake and Kay, she was
always coming on to me. With the Snake and Kay both, I initiated
sex ninety-nine percent of the time throughout the entire
marriage. I came to find out later how empty that had made
me feel. Also, Cathy was not afraid to make a decision or
give me feedback on something I was considering doing. Neither
the Snake nor Kay did that either. I was the husband and they
followed me. Both had fathers that expected that and received
it from their mothers. I did not realize this until I was
in prison and had a lot of time to think about it.
So in the morning,
Cathy would leave for work and then I would begin my day of
exploring. I enjoyed the outdoor cafes. I met interesting
people in these cafes almost every day. After work, I would
meet Cathy somewhere or I would just wait for her at my hotel.
During my first visit to Paris, I did not meet her parents
and I did not meet her at work. That way she kept our relationship
secret and avoided any nonsense from family or co-workers.
We also spoke French
as much as possible and I studied it for a half an hour or
so each day. I wanted to become as fluent as possible as soon
Jeremy had called
Cathy at some point and verified that he had set up a gathering
for Sunday night at his apartment in Paris. He has invited
about ten people expecting five or six to attend. As it turned
out, all ten came. The dress was to be casual, and we were
to arrive around 1900. Dinner would be at 2000.
Cathy said she had
been there several times over the years so I was comfortable
that I would dress properly and be given a ‘head’s
up’ by Cathy regarding how to not offend my host or
Cathy was about as
close to a shadow as I could have. When she was not at work,
she was with me. I was amazed how close we had become in less
than a week. It was going to be hard to leave her when I returned
to America but she said she had neglected a lot of things
since she met me and it would take a month to catch up. By
then, I would be back in Paris. She was going to try to have
better cheaper accommodations for me when I returned. I was
happy to let her take care of it.
Cathy and I had
discovered the fact that she would have to give me some space
at these gatherings because I did not want any women who wanted
to become involved in one of my many WorldPeace endeavors
to hesitate to approach me because Cathy looked too possessive.
She understood and agreed. Also, she was confident in the
truth that I had not come to Europe to have sex with as many
women as possible. She saw and began to help me organize the
growing amount of paper I was accumulating; despite having
a computer. I was collecting as much information as I could
because I wanted my eventual move to Paris to be with as little
chaos as possible.
A lot of email I
received was printed out for different reasons. I had gathered
a lot of information on adapting to the French Internet connections
and the electrical outlets that were different than those
in America. There were a lot of notes I had made with regards
to things that Cathy said she would look into while I was
I had not wanted
to make this a business trip so I spent much of my time with
Cathy having fun and seeing the sites. But she did ask questions
about what I was doing and she was becoming more comfortable
offering her opinions and suggestions. I found this aspect
of our relationship refreshing. The Snake and Kay had never
done this. They were both hard workers but not participants
in the decision making process on any real issues. This was
their choice and had to do with their having been raised in
the 1950s when husbands ruled the family.
There was a lot
I did not know about Cathy. I had not asked very many questions
due to the time constraints. I knew the basics about where
she worked and where she lived and so on. She told me that
she had been with women sexually; it was not her lifestyle
but something that just happened. It did not bother me. I
did not ask about it in detail. I thought it may just be part
of the Paris culture, where a much more liberal attitude about
sex existed as opposed to the attitude about sex that Americans
in the mainstream tolerated. I had decided that my next trip
to Paris would be for at least two weeks and there was plenty
of time to go into many other issues I was wondering about.
My main objective on this trip to Paris was to get a feel
for the city and to try to determine if I could in fact make
it my home. So far, everything looked positive.
I believed that
Jeremy was a very valuable contact and that through him I
would have a good start at integrating into Parisian society.
We arrived at Jeremy’s
at about 1845. He lived in what I would call a condominium
in the older section of Paris; older as in 200 years old.
Most of the buildings in the area were late eighteenth century.
The condo had four-stories with the front door opening up
to a set of stairs leading down to the sidewalk in front.
He also owned the basement. His housekeeper lived there. Her
name was Jean. She was a widow who I estimated to be about
fifty. Her children were grown and lived in southern France.
a lot and lived alone. Cathy said she thought he had several
female companions who lived in various places in France and
one in Spain. Jeremy was hard for me to read. He was no doubt
a private man in many ways.
It seemed to me
that Jeremy had some ideas that he wanted to discuss with
me but he wanted to have a cross section of his friends give
him their opinion about me first. To Jeremy, as with many
people, I was an enigma. I think he just wanted to know if
I was for real. I thought that once he read my books, all
his questions would be answered. I felt he had paid someone
to do a background check on me. The nature of rich Europeans
as well as Americans was to be cautious. It was important
to know someone’s political preferences and prejudices.
It was a dangerous world and someone like Jeremy with a lot
of financial responsibilities had to be careful for the sake
of his family’s wealth.
I did not discuss
this with Cathy because it did not matter. She essentially
vouched for him. I did not feel she was one of his closest
friends. But he was someone she could call on if in need.
I was feeling more and more comfortable with her so I considered
her a strong reference for Jeremy.
As paranoid as I
had become in America, especially after being wrongfully sent
to prison, I did not ignore the possibility that Cathy was
with the CIA or some similar European governmental agency.
My books were being considered for publication by Harper Collins.
I knew they were interested but the books were radical in
many areas. Controversy would help sell books but too much
controversy could cause trouble.
I believed that Harper
Collins like Jeremy was checking me out. I knew the CIA and
FBI had been watching me since I changed my name in 1988.
There was extreme concern in the West, especially in America,
about anyone who looked in any way like a messiah wannabe.
That is the main reason I never intended to have an organization
of any kind; no followers, disciples or adherents much less
any card carrying members of my WorldPeace Advocacy.
Cathy had dressed
up more than I had ever seen her before, expensive and revealing
clothes and some makeup and a few items of tasteful jewelry.
I began to think there was more to Cathy than I had initially
thought, like she came from a very wealthy family and that
is how she and Jeremy knew each other. I asked if Gigi would
be here and Cathy said no. It was like Gigi was not as strongly
connected to Jeremy as were Cathy and Francois. Just minor
thoughts I had that I felt in time I would have answers to.
I was in an unfamiliar city, socializing with people I did
not know in a culture that I did not really understand. I
stayed moderately paranoid but not fearful. I sent a lot of
information to my son Marshall by email just in case I disappeared.
Cathy and I exited
our cab. I paid the fare, turned and squeezed Cathy’s
hand and gave her a kiss on the lips. We then went up the
steps to the door, which opened before I could knock. Jean
greeted us and took our coats. I could tell she knew Cathy
well. I even thought maybe Cathy and Jeremy were ex lovers.
I asked and she smiled and said no. She had a devilish look
in her eye.
Only Francois had
arrived ahead of us. She and Jeremy were standing by the fireplace,
each with a glass of wine, when we came in. They both walked
toward us. I shook Jeremy’s hand and as he gave Cathy
a hug, Francois gave me a stimulating hug as well and a kiss
on the cheek. She had a more relaxed air about her than she
had displayed at the Red Dragon.
“How has your
stay in Paris been, John?” Francois asked.
it could not be better,” I said. “I had no idea
things would go so well considering that I did not know anyone
when I arrived. I have accomplished much more than I expected.
A lot of that has to do with Cathy. Because of her, all the
mundane things like where are the most significant tourist
attractions, how to act in Paris indoors and out and where
the best cafes are located and help with menus and street
signs, etc. She has been wonderful. She has made me feel at
home and comfortable here,” I said.
Francois said with an interesting look on her face as she
maintained eye contract with me.
Cathy said nothing.
ex wife, Kay, and I moved from Houston to Colorado in 1993,”
I said. “We had a couple thousand dollars in our pocket,
no place to stay, no jobs, no friends or family there. We
just packed up and left after selling and storing our personal
things. When we arrived in Colorado, everything just fell
into place. We found a nice apartment within a few days. Kay
found a job immediately and during our three year stay there
she had five jobs all within a block of our apartment. In
fact, that experience made it easier for me to come to Paris
under almost the same circumstances. I felt I would meet the
people I was supposed to meet and the rest would take care
of itself. I guess the same was sort of true when I was stationed
in the Army in Vicenza, Italy, in 1971. When my first wife
came over, an Italian soldier named Tony took us under his
wing, found us an apartment on the economy and made us feel
welcomed in Italy.”
a person is on his or her path or destiny things happen. In
fact, it is a way of confirming that you are on the right
path. I feel certain now, that Paris is where I was supposed
to come and establish myself and launch this phase of my life,”
“You are an
amazing man,” Francois said.
I just have very little fear and a boundless amount of faith
in the future and in God.”
you like to drink?” Jeremy asked.
“I think I
would like some coffee to get this chill off my bones,”
“Is it cold
in here?” Jeremy asked.
it is just fine. I am just cold natured. A cup of coffee will
make things just fine along with that nice fire,” I
said as I moved toward the fireplace.
Cathy?” Jeremy asked.
“I will have
some red wine, thank you, Jeremy,” she said.
Jean, who was standing
by, attended to our requests without Jeremy saying a word
The apartment was
very nicely furnished with French antiques, paintings, rugs
and so on. I felt like I had stepped back in time; two hundred
“This is a
very nice home you have, Jeremy,” I said as my eyes
moved around the room.
John. My mother took care of decorating most of it. She used
to live here. When she moved, she took some things with her
and then replaced them with other things. It feels good to
me,” Jeremy said with pride. “My office is very
contemporary, so I feel like I am connected to the historic
and modern France through my home and office.”
very comfortable,” I said.
not much history in America compared to Europe,” I said.
“That is what I love about coming to Paris. The fact
that it is a very old city and you can see that history everywhere.
History is destroyed on a regular basis in America. Neighborhoods
that are less than a fifty years old get scrapped house by
house as the property values rise. Most of the history is
in the rural areas but even there it only amounts to old farmhouses
that are rotting away.
fifty years, most of them will be collapsed due to the weather.
Even in the heart of the city, relatively new buildings are
demolished and new buildings put up. Very few things are as
ornate as what you see in Europe. Most of the buildings are
pretty boring. I love the sense of history I feel here in
Jean returned with
a coffee tray and proceeded to serve me. I thanked her.
“So who are
you expecting this evening, Jeremy. Are these business people,
artists, peaceniks?” I asked with a smile.
of them are long time friends who I wanted to meet you. People
who I think are in harmony with your experiences and philosophy
based on the things we have been discussing,” he said.
“I want to
thank you for sharing your friends with me, Jeremy, and making
me feel welcomed in Paris,” I said sincerely.
“John, I think
we have a lot in common. I believe we have similar philosophies.
Most Americans I talk to are pretty conservative. I was very
interested in talking to someone as liberal as you. I did
not know there were any liberals in Texas,” he said
as he smiled.
aren’t any there now because I am here,” I said
and we both had a good chuckle.
“I have some
books that I hope to finalize into a publishing deal with
Harper Collins in a few weeks. It is one epic with many volumes,
some written and some in my head. The first eight hundred
pages are basically my autobiography. When you read that,
if you have the time, you will know about all there is to
know about my past. It is pretty candid, I think.”
have written that much,” he said with an incredulous
look on his face.
your other books about,” he asked.
“The first part is my autobiography as I said. It is
titled, ‘The WorldPeace Advocacy 1948-2048’. There
are a dozen themes running through it: peace, politics, justice,
religion are the core themes. There is love and romance and
family matters in it as well. Then there is also my prison
journal that I think I will call The WorldPeace Advocacy Prison
2008. Then there are two completed novels centered on a peace
story line. I would classify them as political suspense novels.
I feel certain that I can write an unlimited number of these
novels in a series that will continue as long as my life.”
in prison last year,” Francois asked with a stunned
look on her face.
“Yes, I was
in prison for peace. That is what I tell everyone. Technically,
I was charged with a misdemeanor resisting arrest based on
the affidavit of a lying Deputy U.S. Marshall named David
Pyka who said I knocked him down and kicked him. The reality
is that I served a year because I am John WorldPeace. Anyone
else would have received a lighter sentence. I should have
not been in jail but for a couple of weeks were I not John
WorldPeace. I have no criminal record other than this incident,
no history of violence, no arrests, no indictments, nothing.
I had a problem with the Federal judge assigned to my case
when I ran for governor of Texas in 2002 and he gave me the
max sentence of one year. It is what you call Texas justice,”
I said with a laugh.
had I not been jailed, I would have not written my books I
think. The boredom in jail for someone like me is the real
punishment. Out of that boredom came the books; a positive
thing,” I said as I took a sip of my coffee.
No one spoke. Of
course, Cathy already knew the story of my imprisonment. I
assumed she had already told Jeremy but I think I was wrong
actually gave me my peace credentials. Gandhi, Martin Luther
King, Nelson Mandela, the Apostle Paul, all went to jail and
all wrote in jail. So I now consider myself a bona fide advocate
for peace,” I said.
Jeremy and Francois
were still silent. So I continued.
phase of the epic are fictional novels that project forward
the rest of my life as a peace advocate. In those books, I
weave together story lines about increasing the peace in the
world human society and specific issues that impact on peace,
like divorce, global warming, politics, justice, religion,
genetics and so on. Actually about fifty peace related issues.
I tried to make the novels interesting reading by telling
stories as opposed to preaching. It turned out to be an epic
story in the making. At least that is how the potential publisher
refers to it,” I said.
I could tell by
the look on his face that Jeremy was caught completely off
“So you see,
Jeremy, I am not just some burned out hippie who changed his
name to WorldPeace. I have a very deep intense commitment
to increasing the peace in the world human society. I feel
my first sixty years were just training for this part of my
life,” I said.
“John, I really
want to read your books,” Jeremy said.
the publishing deal will be closed shortly and I can pass
out copies,” I said.
any way I could see a copy sooner than that,” he asked.
I could see his mind processing the things I had just related.
know. There are all kinds of decisions being made on how to
market the books. They seem to want to bring one out every
six months or so. They don’t want anyone to see the
entire story. I can discuss the contract but they really want
to keep the negotiations confidential until we have a deal,”
Jeremy seemed speechless.
most obvious is the most hidden,” I said with a smile.
“What do you
mean?” asked Francois.
“Well, a real
radical revolutionary like me hides behind what appears to
most to be a frivolous name change,” I said.
she said deep in thought.
“This is no
ordinary person you are dealing with,” I said still
not,” said Jeremy still in a minor state of shock as
he looked at Cathy who acted like she did not notice his stare.
About then, the
other guests began to arrive; Richard, 25, an MBA and student,
Ryan, 35, an insurance salesman, Sam, 45, a Chemical Company
VP, Will, 30, an Engineer, Ann, 30, an Architect, Melanie,
22, a student and Otto, 48, an art dealer.
The conversation was casual through dinner, which was over
about 2100. I was not able to find out exactly how everyone
was related to Jeremy or each other. But about two thirds
appeared to know some of the other guests. Everyone knew at
least one of the others.
After dinner, everyone
went into the living room with the fireplace; some with coffee,
some with liqueur. Chairs were arranged around the fireplace.
I was directly opposite the fire with chairs extended to my
left and right toward each end of the large mantel. A few
people stood and a few sat on the floor.
Jeremy asked me
to repeat what we had been talking about when the guests began
to arrive. I did as he asked. The reaction was varied. Cathy
stood behind me holding on to the back of my chair. It felt
like a protective posture to me. As before, around a group
of people she stood near me and said little. She seemed to
be watching everyone.
“My core philosophy
is that the best way to increase the peace in the world human
society is through jobs,” I said. “It is more
efficient than funneling money through charities. People have
all kinds of secular and religious institutions that hand
out charity but nothing gives someone as much peace as being
able to support himself or herself and providing for their
families. Providing jobs also helps to integrate the world
human society economically and I believe that the sooner the
world is economically dependent globally, the sooner wars
between nations will end. You don’t tend to kill your
suppliers or your clients. So let people in the Third World
produce goods and services for the First and Second Worlds
and use the profits to create more jobs in the Third World.
This is what I am trying to do as I restart my web design
business. I will build web sites in the Philippines and sell
them in America. I really hope to be able to employ Palestinians
in the near future in order to move money into their economy.”
really have a large agenda. You want to coordinate the peace
organizations to create WorldPeace beacons, murals, shrines
all over the world, travel promoting your books, and so on.
Don’t you think you would be better served by limiting
your agenda?” asked Otto.
“I may have
to do that, but I have no wife or children or family really.
I stay busy eighteen hours a day. So I think I can keep all
these projects moving forward. Most of them are based on very
simple concepts. I just have to find the right people to take
charge of the various endeavors. Then I will manage the VPs
and managers through daily reports. I expect to have about
three or four personal assistants. I don’t expect anyone
to work eighteen hour days, seven days a week as I do,”
know anyone who works that much,” Sam said. “And
I know a lot of CEO’s.”
key is loving what you do. And for me it is a matter of shifting
gears during the day to keep things interesting and my mind
stimulated and excited. I may work on my web design business
for ten hours and then move to communicating with various
peace groups. My work is my joy. I have set up a plan that
is perfectly tailored to my personality. So I don’t
feel like I am working. My personal assistants will keep me
organized so I do not waste too much time,” I said.
most of your intended employees are women,” Francois
“That is true,”
I said. “The reason is simple. Women are undeniable
second class citizens in the world human population and I
want to help empower them to rise up to a truly equal status
with men. It is a significant WorldPeace issue. The masculine
mindset that dominates the planet is a big cause of conflict
and disharmony in the world. When half of the world’s
politicians and executives are women, the feminine side of
the world human population will temper and balance the masculine
side and the peace in the world human society will increase
significantly because there will be balance. And I would like
to add, I want women to be free to be women and not have to
succeed by acting like men,” I related.
makes people wonder about you creating a harem,” Francois
said in all seriousness.
some truth to that. But I can’t give that misconception
any energy. People are always there to criticize no matter
what. One of the reasons I did not emphasize sex too explicitly
and in too much detail in America is because people there
have a lot of sexual hang-ups and taboos. It is unfortunate.
One extreme is the gay issue. Another issue is that the Apostle
Paul promoted the second-class nature of women. Another is
an anti polygamy bias which carries over to single men like
myself. Sex is a volatile and deep rooted emotional issue
said, we still have the reality that women are second class
citizens all over the world and I feel changing that one bias
just a bit will change the world society into a more peaceful
reality; more than any other issue. And it is the easiest
one to change. Just open up all jobs to women if they are
qualified and give them equal pay. I am even radical enough
to advocate women fighting in the field as infantry soldiers.
Very little combat is hand-to-hand anymore. If a woman can
perform as well as a man in training and she wants to be in
the infantry, then let her have that career. Making it work
would be a challenge but virtually everything in the world
human society now is a challenge. Things are moving very fast,”
“So how are
you going to begin?” Ann asked.
have to move here to Paris. I can no longer live in the United
States. I need to be here in Paris where there are more people
like me as far as my liberal mindset. I know that all of Paris
is not liberal. But overall it is much more so than America.
You have no idea what it has been like for me to find almost
no one to talk to where I have lived. And even though there
are some, there are not enough to really accomplish much.
I believe that here in France, I can connect with others like
myself and I can feel like I belong here. Who knows, I may
be too radical for even Paris,” I said to almost everyone’s
no doubt that I am not in sync with most people. But I am
absolutely committed to the idea that we can increase the
peace in the world human society. That is what I am about
and I have dedicated my life to it. I know of no other city
on the planet that is better suited to send out messages of
peace and WorldPeace. There is no other intellectual city
like this in the world. Why do so many governments in exile
come to Paris? Because here they find a receptive and supportive
“I have a
global mission; a WorldPeace mission, a WorldPeace Advocacy.
You tell me where else can I go to establish a home base to
better pursue my mission. What other city is better suited?
America would seem like the place but I am an American and
I know that America cannot disengage from it elitist mindset
and embrace true peace. An American peace is a Christian peace.
And a Christian peace will never manifest WorldPeace.
I really did not expect to be having this conversation at
this time. I came to Paris to find a place to live and work.
I really did not expect to have this conversation with people
like yourselves this soon after my arrival.
“I feel handicapped
because I have my books at a potential publisher right now
and I therefore cannot pass out copies of what I have written.
I can talk about the content, but the books cover so much.
And the books show how my ideas all come together into a working
model for increasing the peace in the world human society.
It would be nice if I could give each of you one of my books
and we could meet again in a month to discuss them. But I
just cannot do that.”
“What can we
do now?” Francois asked.
“I guess I
would say to help me meet others who you feel are interested
in supporting and participating in a peace agenda on a global
scale. I am willing to meet at any time or in any place. Much
of what I expect to do will come about as I have discussions
just like I have had tonight. I have no perfected agenda.
No one has tried to do what I am trying to do. There is no
“I am trying
to get people to see each other as human beings first and
this or that race, nationality, religion and gender second
if at all. That is a radical idea. Human beings rely on their
group associations to define and distinguish themselves from
others. I want people to release their distinguishing and
judgmental attitudes. I want them to acknowledge that when
you don’t distinguish race, religion, nationality and
gender we are all just human beings doing the best we can;
trying to live in peace and enjoy our families and provide
for them. People everywhere love their children. That is what
we all must acknowledge about every parent in the world. Then
we have taken the first step toward a more sane and harmonious
never be a perfect peace because of change. Everything in
this reality changes. Whatever manifests eventually disintegrates.
That includes rocks and it includes every human organization.
So there will never be a perfect peace. If the Christians
think about if for a minute they would realize that a heavenly
peace would be a resurrection of granite or marble statutes.
This would be a heaven of perfect peace. But if God raises
human bodies and reconnects their souls such that the risen
humans, now residents of heaven, can think, then heaven will
be just a more dynamic earth. The Bible discusses wars in
heaven. Satan rebelled. Heaven it seems may not be a totally
that I am making is that I am fully aware that a perfect Jesus
peace will not happen on earth without Jesus. I am not Jesus,
so I am not advocating that. What I am advocating is that
we can increase the peace in the world human society. We can
make the world more peaceful in thousands of ways. We can
change the family law and the criminal law. We can make people
know that you cannot successfully make war in the name of
God. We in the advanced economic nations can quit exploiting
the Third World unfairly and unjustly. And on the most basic
level, we can refrain from making negative personal statements
to each other. If everyone just held their tongue once a day
with family, friends or co-workers, the level of peace in
the world human society would undeniably increase immediately.
“One of the
realities I had to acknowledge when I was in my mid fifties
was that there are people who given the opportunity to do
the right or wrong thing with absolutely no consequence to
themselves, will choose to do the wrong thing. And there is
nothing so tragic as to know right and not do it. All human
beings have a soul and they each know right from wrong. But
on earth the acts of the soul through the human body are so
often corrupt. Humans look out for themselves first and that
is a very positive thing but it usually degenerates into a
very negative thing. I don’t like to use the word ‘evil’.
I prefer to say that people are confused in the manifestations
of this reality in that they believe that this finite life
we live is more important than the life of our infinite immortal
“So even though
I advocate peace, it is a practical peace and not a messianic
peace. I fully understand the confusion in the human society
that creates so much unnecessary pain and suffering.
“My goal is
to present something, inject some words of truth and wisdom
into the world human society, that will have the effect of
permanently increasing the peace no matter how marginally.
this, all that really matters to me is that at the end of
my life, as I am drawing my last breath, I can at least say
I tried; that I tried to increase the peace. That is how simple
my goal is. I chose this WorldPeace Advocacy twenty-two years
ago because I knew it was the most difficult undertaking possible.
I knew it was the only truly worthy goal for me. I knew that
almost any other goal I focused on, I could achieve. Most
human goals are about wealth, power and sex.
“When I was
eight years old, I realized that I had an innate determination
to make a difference in the world. When I was about to turn
forty, I realized my vehicle would be to advocate peace as
a way to make a difference.”
I allowed a moment
of silence as I took a sip of my coffee. No one spoke.
“I can see
I have everyone spellbound,” I said with a smile. “Let
me shut up and see if anyone has any questions. I feel like
a college professor trying to foist some lessons on you. I
don’t want to sound preachy and I surely don’t
want to bore you to death.”
Everyone was silent
and so I waited. Then I asked Cathy if she would make me another
cup of coffee from the tray Jean had left. That broke the
tension and several people headed for the bathroom but still
no one spoke.”
Then Francois said,
“Wow” and everyone laughed.
“I think wow
is an understatement,” Jeremy said. “What I am
thinking is that you have only revealed a very small fraction
of what is apparently in your epic; what your WorldPeace Advocacy
is really about.”
“Well, I have
been hitting some of my core global issues. But yes, this
is just the basics of what I have written,” I said with
For the next thirty
minutes everyone refreshed himself or herself and began talking
to each other. This group was more cohesive than I realized.
I began to believe that they had known each other a long time
and had regular gatherings to discuss these kinds of issues.
I asked Cathy about it and she said I was right but there
were no set meeting dates. Jeremy would just call everyone
I hugged Cathy lightly
and without thinking kissed her on the lips. The room went
silent. Nothing was said but later on when everyone was leaving,
Francois kissed me on the lips and I kissed her back.
have any questions?” I asked.
After a half a minute
or so, Jeremy said, “John, we are all a bit stunned.
We are trying to process all you have said. Please continue
if you like.”
like to talk and I love to answer questions, especially ones
that challenge the coherence of my philosophy. So please if
anyone has a question, just ask. In the meantime, I will rattle
on a bit more.
have to realize that if we were in America all of you would
have left after the first fifteen minutes. This is what is
interesting to me; that you are all still here and attentive.
And for that, I thank you.
“In the beginning,
I realized there were two ways to become an instrument of
peace as St. Francis of Assisi requested in the poem wrongly
attributed to him.
“One, I could
because a priest or minister or monk and pray for peace and
help people work their way through difficult times peacefully.
This seemed to be a vicarious approach to things and after
millennia had not really made that much difference.
“So I took
the second path. That path was one of practicing law, running
for political office and confronting the church. I have a
political science degree and I ran for governor of Texas in
the Democratic primary in 2002. I obtained a law degree and
practiced for twenty years and then challenged the State Bar’s
corruption and lost my law license in 2003. In religion, I
have interpreted almost all the primary sacred texts of the
world’s major religions and I have sued the Presbyterian
Church on behalf of my mother. So in the key areas that have
a mandate to increase the peace in the world human society,
I have the formal education and some experience with reality.
In a word, I look for answers as to why there is no peace
by being engaged in conflict as a participant. So I have learned
a few things and my books relate what I have found to be true
in these areas with regards to conflict fomentation and resolution.
“I have been
impressed with Joseph Campbell’s book ‘The Hero
with a Thousand Faces’. It is about people like me who
go where angels fear to tread. They go on what conventional
wisdom says is a fool’s journey. Yet what often happens
is where the fool expected death he finds life and enlightenment.
“Now once the
fool returns, one of his choices is to tell his story; to
tell what he found in the deep dark forest where smart people
choose not to journey. And that is what I have chosen to do
with my books.
“I have been
on the path of my WorldPeace Advocacy for twenty-two years
and I have learned a few things.
really must be some questions,” I said.
“When are you
going back to America?” Otto asked.
I laughed and was
joined by others.
“My first invitation
to go home,” I said to more laughing and an embarrassed
“I am leaving
on Wednesday, the twenty second. I will return in about four
and a half weeks,” I said. “I have accomplished
much more than I expected on this trip thanks mostly to Cathy.
I have to leave Wednesday because my tickets are non refundable
and can’t be changed. But more importantly, I have a
lot of loose ends to tie up back in America. I have about
three to four more months of things to do before I can move
here. I have to put everything in order. I have to decide
whether to maintain two apartments, one here and one there
or if I will be spending so little time there that it would
be better to stay with my mother or father when I am in America.
I am sure I will go back to America every five or six weeks
as long as my parents are alive,” I said.
“When do you
think you will be able to let us see a copy of your books?”
“I think the
first volume which is basically my autobiography will be available
within a month. I am not sure. So many things are printed
and copied now and the publisher wants to protect the income
stream as much as they can. It may be possible for me to bring
a copy with me when I return and if you are interested, if
anyone is interested, you could come to my hotel room and
read it there. I feel that would be OK. I am sure I will carry
a copy with me to edit the next time I come.
“I want other
people to read it so I can have some feedback. The universal
themes in the books are such that they should sell worldwide.
So I would like to get an idea what the French think about
them and I am sure the publisher would be interested in that
feedback as well. Sorry, as per usual, I probably just told
you more than you wanted to know.”
“No, not at
all,” Ann said. “I want to read them myself. I
feel I already know you but I would like to read the details.”
Ryan and Michael
said they wanted to read it as well.
the rest of the books?” Jeremy asked.
“The big questions
seems to be whether the publisher is going to divide the second
part, the novels, into four or five volumes or not. They would
sort of serialize them, publishing a volume every six months.
They feel that would dramatically increase the sales. They
are not inclined to publish everything I have written all
at once. Also, serializing the books would keep me on a promotional
tour for about three years. That appeals to me because I look
at the books really as a door opener to peace groups, politicians
and other groups of people all over the world who are receptive
to talking about peace. As each volume comes out, there will
be sub tours as the books are published in different languages.”
“So they have
really decided to go forward with publishing. They are now
working on a very complex marketing plan,” said Jeremy.
is true I think. Most of the time they don’t get this
many books from an author all at once. They test the market
with the first book and then gauge the market for a sequel.
In my case, I have already written several sequels.
is that these books are unique because they begin as non fiction
and then shift to fiction. Yet even the fictional books will
seem like non-fiction. They also think I will win a few literary
awards and that will further drive sales. In some ways, it
gives me a headache. But all these dynamics will effect how
much I make from the books and small decisions now can potentially
turn into significant money later. It is just hard to project
all this out because there really is no precedent for what
I have written. They have also come to a believe that I will
do well promoting the books.”
“I agree with
that,” said Francois. “You certainly have all
of us very eager to read you books.”
“I hope I
did not come off as a book salesman this evening. But the
truth is the books are a revelation of me and my life. It
is the me I have always been but more importantly it is the
me I want to be over the next forty years,” I said.
“I want to give people a workable vision as to how to
increase the peace in the world.”
“You do not
come across as a salesman, John,” Jeremy said. “We
can all see you are committed to increasing the peace in the
one more unique aspect of the books,” I said. “You
see, part two is about the future, essentially year by year.
But as the future unfolds, I will be writing an annual supplement
to the non fiction first part. Over the next forty years we
will see how close my reality matched my fictional future.
The sequels to my autobiography I guess will be more of a
journal. Maybe titled ‘The Adventures of John WorldPeace’,”
I said with a chuckle.
“Now I begin
to see the challenge for the publishers. What you just said
makes this a very unique project,” said Jeremy thoughtfully.
I have to do is live another forty years,” I said.
“John, I can’t
imagine the world without you,” said Francois.
but I can assure you there are a lot of people who will try
to call me the antichrist and others who will want to harm
me or just kill me because I am different. That has already
happened more often than I like to admit,” I said.
to counter the negativity foisted on me, I tell people I have
no organization, no followers, no adherents, no disciples
and if they read my books carefully and what I have written,
they will see that I am really suspicious of all organizations.
So I will not be creating another world bureaucracy. I do
not advocate that anywhere in my writing. So I refer them
to the Book of Revelation and point out that I don’t
fit the profile of a bureaucratic antichrist,” I said.
“What is the
connection between you and the antichrist?” asked Francois.
seems to be a belief among fundamentalist Christians that
the antichrist will gain power by advocating WorldPeace. Which
is what I am doing,” I said.
you could be in constant danger from some lunatic,”
I said. “I think anyone who challenges conventional
wisdom and traditions and religions and governments is subject
to danger. When it runs so close to what two billion Christians
believe about the antichrist, it makes things a bit tricky.
But I don’t worry about all that. I have little fear
and infinite faith. I have no fear of death. I realized that
when I almost died of a heart attack in 1997. But I want to
finish my work before I die and that work will take forty
years, I think.”
Everyone went silent.
I knew I had said enough so I said, “Jeremy, friends,
I hate to leave but I have a lot to do tomorrow and before
I go back to America. So I will ask if Cathy and I can be
excused. Thank you all for such a wonderful evening.”
Everyone still seemed
a bit dazed as they slowly got up from their places to say
goodbye. Everyone was pleasant. I found it interesting that
Melanie and Ann hugged me and kissed me on the cheek but Francois
kissed me on the lips again. Francois also slipped a business
card in my shirt pocket.
Cathy and I left,
everyone else stayed. They would be free to talk now that
the freak show was over. Sometimes I feel like I am so out
of sync with everyone else that I am like a freak in the old
Barnum & Bailey Circus. I liked everyone, I hated that
I did almost all the talking after supper but I conversed
with everyone prior to and during it. This was an example
of what I had hoped my life in Paris would be like. I was
off to a good start with regards to my intended move to Paris.
I wanted to go to
a small café and come down from the evening, so Cathy
told the cab driver the name of some café.
you think about tonight?’ I asked Cathy.
“I think you
know it was a complete success. Not only for you but for everyone
there as well. I overheard nothing but positive things as
I moved around during the evening. Everyone seemed fascinated
but after dinner I saw you really touch these people. Maybe
touch is not the right word; made them think. You challenged
their realities. You opened their eyes. I was impressed at
how you controlled the after dinner discussion,” she
“I think every
day you touch me more deeply,” she said. “I am
becoming more attached to you. Each day it has been harder
to leave for work than the day before. I have been attracted
to you from the first time I saw you,” she said.
you tell the cab driver to take us back to the hotel,”
This pleased her.
She gave the cabbie the name of our hotel and then sat back
leaning close into me and holding my arm tightly.
She looked into
my eyes and said, “I think your life is about to change
more than you ever imagined.”
I said nothing.
But I agreed with what she said. Nothing much was said until
we entered the hotel room. As soon as we entered the room,
we both embraced and kissed like we had just come up from
a deep dive with our lungs screaming for air.
We made love more
intensely, more deeply and more passionately than anytime
since we had met. I did not know what was happening here.
I just knew that she was twenty-four and I was leaving within
forty-eight hours. I knew we would have to define our relationship
logically before I left. I was still confused as to what I
wanted and needed out of a relationship. I had been married
for thirty-eight years of the forty-two years of my adult
life and I knew I was not going to get married again. I know
that the thought of giving my all to one woman again scared
the hell out of me. This was the one area of my life that
I had been unable to define even after a year in prison; even
considering that Kay had left me nine months before that.
We fell asleep and
as far as I know we did not separate all night. We slept in
each other’s arms. She was taking possession of me and
I was scared but not resisting.
We both awoke about
0700 the next morning. I ordered breakfast at 0800. Nothing
was said until we finished breakfast. We both knew we had
to discuss our relationship.
“Do you think
you are falling in love with me?” I asked.
She did not answer
immediately but looked into my eyes. “I don’t
know,” she said. “I don’t know what is happening
to me. I know that I am refusing to allow myself to think
about your leaving tomorrow.”
have my heart, Cathy,” I said. “When someone treats
me the way you have, even for this short time, it is hard
for me not to connect deeply with that person. Yet I have
had no success in affairs of the heart. I don’t know
why my two wives both left me. They refused to tell me. The
Snake is the devil’s daughter and Kay is an angel. But
both left me. And it hurt unbelievably. Over the years, I
have come to believe they never loved me. They were good wives.
The problems with the Snake were all post divorce problems
related to her ego due to her abandoning our children.
“I want you
in my life but I have nothing to offer you right now. I will
not have anymore children because with three of my four children
I am a failure. I don’t talk to those three and I have
no regrets about it. Those three each literally tried to destroy
me in their own way. They are dead to me. And I have no desire
to be connected to them. I was not the father to my children
that my father was to me and I have not been the grandfather
to my grandchildren that my grandparents were to me. So I
have little doubt that I would screw up child raising again
if I were to try it. Do you understand that?” I asked.
she said. “I know what you say is true. And I thought
I wanted children but I am not really sure.”
I have two relationships in Houston. They are significant
but they are not full time and never will be. We have an understanding.
And they know about each other and there have been times when
we were all three together. Do you understand what I am saying?”
she said not looking up.
I have been honest
with you about this since the first night when you and I and
Gigi were together,” I said.
she said quietly.
“And you saw
tonight that Francois wants to be with me, didn’t you?”
“And you know
that there will always be women around me, don’t you?”
she said still not looking up.
“But you also
know that I am not looking for another companion. You know
that I just take things as they come in this area. You know
that two wives have permanently screwed me up psychologically,
don’t you? I am damaged in a way that can’t be
fixed. I have scars on my heart. I never want to be alone
again. So for me, there is safety in numbers but even as I
say that, I don’t know what it means,” I said.
“Yes, I know,”
she said softly.
I leave but before I leave we must come to some understanding.
I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to not
see you again. I am an old man by most people’s standards.
So I must leave these decisions to you because you have any
future you want waiting for you. So tell me, what does a relationship
between you and me look like from your perspective?”
do you feel about me?” she asked looking into my eyes.
am as sexually and emotionally connected to you as I can be.
But I am capable of feeling that with other women I think.
These intimate feelings for me are compartmentalized. That
means that no matter what goes on between us as we work or
play together, those intimate feelings are not affected. I
know this is hard to understand.
special women, are loved by me in the same way a parent should
love his or her children. You can have ten children and love
them all one hundred percent. Love like that is not proportionate
or logical or mathematical. In that scenario, each child does
not get ten percent of your love but one hundred percent;
a mathematical impossibility,” I said. “Love is
not a logical math problem. This is how I relate to women
who are special to me.
“Yes, I may
prefer one or the other more or less than the others. But
that is hard to say because you cannot compare a woman you
love to ride horses with to a woman you love to sail with.
So each woman is loved in the capacity in which we interact.
It is so complicated that I don’t even know what I am
talking about,” I said.
“I am as connected
to you as much as I have been to any other woman who has become
special to me,” I said. “We are connected as strongly
as I was to my wives. That is complicated but it is how I
“I know that
because of my past I will never put all my love with one woman
again,” I said. “Over time, I will have a stronger
deeper love with some as opposed to others. But I will never
be alone again. That pain of aloneness is carved deep into
my heart. So there will always be other women ready to fill
the void should anyone leave me. But don’t take that
to mean I need a hundred women to feel secure. A few will
be very close to me, a few fairly close and others will be
there who can count on me and me on them and whose company
I enjoy when we are together,” I said.
will be women like Francois always. I will see where things
go with her. But that does not mean they will go anywhere
at all. I may never be in a position to connect with Francois,”
have to understand I met you and Gigi because I knew no one
in Paris. But if I had been in America, I would have been
with Linda or Rose or both. I would not be out looking for
“At the same
time, I will be more socially active than I have ever been
in my life because of the book tours and the WorldPeace Advocacy
and hiring women to work in my web design business. So there
will be continuous encounters with women but only in a small
percentage of those situations will there be intimacy. But
I will never devote as much time to seeking women as I do
working at my business and my WorldPeace endeavors.
“I believe this is why my two marriages ended with the
Snake and Kay leaving me. I loved what I was doing more that
they felt that I loved them. And the businesses did not provide
the money and security they demanded to be guaranteed.
“Now I have
an even more focused agenda. You have seen how I was last
night. Think about an endless string of meetings on all kinds
of subjects all over the world. You may always be present
but you will not have my full attention. Yet we will go many
places and do many things. You can become a part of many of
these endeavors if you chose to do so. I will always be open
to hearing what you have to say. You will never be bored with
“I have learned
that for me, it is critical to be absolutely candid with a
woman up front. No lies, no hidden agendas. Ask me and I will
tell you anything just like now. Any person generally, and
specifically any woman I am intimate with, will always know
exactly where she stands. I believe there are plenty of women
in the world who desire to have a relationship on the terms
I just related.
one reality is that I have used up the future that you have
before you; the future of a loving husband, children and happily
ever after. I lived that future and it is now in my past.
I am not so foolish as to try to live it again in order to
do a better job. I lived it and it is what it was.
“I will never
sleep alone by choice. But I will not pick up just any woman
for a one-night stand. I get nothing out of that. I must feel
an emotional connection or I will not become intimate with
a woman. I am sorry to unload sixty years of relationship
reality on you after just eight days. But there it is. Surely
you have a good feel for me from our conversations, my conversations
with others and even from seeing me with Gigi. And by the
way, Gigi and I would not have connected except for you. One
on one, Gigi and I would not have connected. I am not sorry
it happened with her and it may happen again but she and I
alone would not have had a strong enough connection to become
and I are together and alone, you will have all of me. But
you will never have all of me all the time. Again it is not
other women but my destiny that I perceive that defines the
relationship between you and me.”
“I am staying,”
she said as she moved toward me after dropping her robe. She
wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. “I
am staying,” is all she would repeat as she pulled me
toward the bed.
About 1300 Cathy
and I got out of bed, showered and dressed. The plan was to
tour Paris for the rest of the day and the evening. I wanted
to use the map I had purchased and take a taxi to the various
places I had marked on the map so I would have a working knowledge
of the city to study when I got back to America.
Cathy and I had
a fantastic time just seeing the sites, stopping here for
a coffee and there for an ice cream and somewhere else for
a piece of very rich chocolate candy. Paris is a magical place.
We went to the Eiffel tower of course but did not ride the
elevator to the top. We decided that would be on the next
tour when I returned to Paris.
Cathy brought along her digital camera as usual. She had taken
a thousand pictures over the last week, including some at
Jeremy’s last night. I was gong to have a lot of memories
to review when I arrived home.
Cathy really is a
joy and a pleasure. It was almost springtime in Paris and
love was definitely in the air.
About 1600 Cathy
received a call from Francois. She gave me the phone. Francois
had been to my art web site and was excited about what she
had seen. She and Otto, Jeremy’s art dealer friend,
had talked last night and he seemed to be interested in seeing
what kind of art I created. He and Francois were not in business
together. Francois wanted to talk to me and she wanted Cathy
and I to meet her at a condo that she and her parents owned.
They rented it out during tourist season. I agreed after asking
Cathy if we had anything else on the agenda to which she replied,
I gave the phone
back to Cathy to get directions and so on. As it turned out,
Cathy had been to the apartment and remembered its location
well. When I asked her what is was like she just smiled and
said, “You will see.”
We were supposed
to rendezvous at 1900.
Francois wants a piece of you,” Cathy said to me with
“Was it those
two kisses on the lips last night that clued you in on that?’
some things she said about you and some things she asked me,”
what?” I asked.
don’t act so naïve around me,” Cathy said
with a smile. “I think she is too old at thirty-five
to give me any competition.”
When we were at
the party last night the question came up as to what people
called me. I said that most just called me John. Informally
most called me WorldPeace. Jeremy suggested that I should
use the name Dr. WorldPeace as much as possible. I have a
Doctor of Jurisprudence degree so it is a legitimate title.
I doubted that there would ever be a time when everyone addressed
me the same way. Personally, I really like being called WorldPeace;
most people who did, said it like two words; World Peace.
We arrived back
at the hotel about 1730 and began to leisurely play and get
bathed and dressed. Cathy said our destination was only about
twenty minutes from the hotel. Normally it was about ten minutes
but this was Saturday night in Paris she said.
At 1830 the taxi
picked us up and we headed for Francois’ apartment.
It was evening and the air was chilled and the café
lights along the boulevards were all on. There is something
magical about Paris. The café lights gave the street
a Christmas effect.
After a few minutes,
we were traveling down the boulevard next to the Seine. I
told Cathy I remembered this place from 1972, when I was here
with the Snake, while on leave from the Army. At that time,
there were artists on both sides of the Seine selling their
creations. She said it was still the same during the day.
I suggested that we have a walk along this area in the morning.
My plane did not leave until 1630 tomorrow afternoon. She
said she was all for that.
The cab pulled over
and stopped in front of an apartment. I asked, “Francois
has an apartment on the Seine?”
“I think your
friend has a lot of money,” I said.
I paid the taxi
driver and we walked up to the apartment and rang the bell.
Within a minute Francois opened the door.
I felt like I had
stepped back into the eighteenth century. The apartment was
amazing. There were very real and very expensive antiques,
furniture, paintings, oriental rugs and so on everywhere.
I had no idea how much the rental was but I thought of that
saying ‘If you have to ask the price, then you can’t
and kissed Cathy lightly on the lips and then took her coat.
She gave me a much more intense kiss and hug and took my overcoat
as well. The air smelled of fresh coffee and potpourri. Francois
hung our coats on a period hall tree and escorted us into
a sort of parlor with gas logs in the fireplace.
“This is a
magnificent home, Francois,” I said.
she said as she excused herself to get the coffee. There was
an open bottle of wine on the buffet and the ever-present
pastries and chocolates there as well.
and made me a cup of coffee. Obviously she had paid attention
to how I had asked Jean to fix my coffee the night before.
we would chat a while and then go to dinner about 2000. The
restaurant is just two blocks away and I have reserved a table.
The owner is a dear old friend of my family’s,”
to me,” I said.
you really made an impression last night. Everyone stayed
at Jeremy’s for a couple of hours after you two left.
They talked about all you said. Everyone is eager to get together
again when you return to Paris but I think there will be three
times as many people present,” she said.
“Just to hear
my Texas accent,” I said.
is it,” she laughed.
“We are a
group of old friends with boring lives and you excited all
of us talking about WorldPeace and your vision. We want to
hear more and we want to help you as much as we can,”
she said. “I feel as confident as you that you belong
in Paris and so do the others. We are going to put you on
the fast track and introduce you to a whole lot of people
who can help you. That is if you want our help.”
“I will take
all the help I can get,” I said. “I feel energized
by all the people I have met so far.
“And by the
way, Francois, you look very lovely tonight,” I said,
Dr. WorldPeace,” she said, returning my smile with an
continued on for another thirty minutes about mundane things.
Then we put on our coats and began to walk toward the restaurant.
Cathy was on my right and François was on my left.
Both women were holding tightly onto my arms and walking very
close to me. Francois was quite an elegant woman. She carried
herself like someone much older. She said her family had lived
in Paris for over three hundred years. I told her I’d
be fascinated to hear about her family when she had the time.
It was icy cold
to me but the wind was not blowing. None-the-less, I was glad
to get inside the warmth of the restaurant. The Blue Canary
was its name. It seemed that almost everyone there said hello
to Francois. There were not that many tables so I again assumed
this was a very exclusive place. Francois said hello to several
of the diners as we were escorted to our table. Cathy as usual
kept quiet but was totally comfortable in this environment.
We were seated in a cozy round booth; Cathy on my left and
Francois on my right. Cathy knew I had trouble hearing out
of my left hear and had learned to squeeze my arm to get me
to turn to be able to hear her. Francois was on my right so
I could best hear her. Even with my hearing aid in my left
ear, it was sometimes difficult to hear what someone to my
left was saying.
Francois had planned
this dinner so I relaxed and allowed her to take care of everything.
After all the preliminaries were accomplished and the appetizers
were brought to the table, Francois settled back and took
a sip of wine. She looked over her wine glass and eyed me
with a knowing smile.
“John, I find
you fascinating, an enigma,” she said as she put down
I said nothing.
I learned many years ago selling insurance that silence was
a powerful communication tool.
eye-to-eye contact, she said, “I am trying to figure
out your real agenda.”
obvious is the most hidden,” I said. “I am exactly
what I appear to be; an advocate for WorldPeace.”
“Are you rich,
John?” she asked.
“No, as a
matter of fact I am at this moment essentially devoid of any
significant assets. But I consider my potential to be great.
I have my experience and my education and my health. That
is all I need to create any kind of fortune I desire.
“I like your
directness,” I said. “I find people who are not
afraid to be candid to be the easiest to talk to. But I have
also learned not to allow a conversation to be one sided.
So, are you rich, Francois?”
she said. “As is Jeremy and most of the others you met
last night and Cathy also.”
I said. “That subject has never come up between Cathy
and I so I would not know. And, I might add, I don’t
“Why is that,
John? Everyone cares about money,” Francois said.
parents lived on a sixty-five acre farm and raised cotton
on another forty acres they rented. They had nothing. They
loved each other and were totally committed to each other.
They lived a quiet, hard life but raised six children, all
who are successful in their own right. I spent a lot of time
with my grandparents and I was deeply influenced by them.
“So much of
the time I spent in the summer on their farm was spent daydreaming
as I walked their land. Inside my head is a wonderfully serene
and dynamic memory of that place. My visions and my peace
are my true wealth. And it is something no one can take from
me. Money has its place and I feel that shortly I will begin
to accumulate a lot of it but it will be as a result of me
doing what I enjoy doing; doing what I have a passion for
and not working for the sake of making money.”
“What do you
think about very wealthy people, John?” Francois asked.
“I deal with
who people are, not with what they have as a measure of worth
in society if you will. Being a kind person attracts me more
than being wealthy. Being intellectual and engaged in life
is more valued by me than wealth,” I said.
she said not believing anything I said.
we found interesting last night was that you never really
talked about money,” Francois said.
“What is there
to talk about?” I asked. “I have no organization.
I have no need for more than enough money to pay my bills.
I have a minimum financial plan that really only includes
me. But I hope to create a lot of jobs worldwide. I expect
to be very rich. I am going to try to set an example of how
a person can create peace in the world in many different ways.
“I am not going
to ask anyone to give me money. Not to my organization because
I don’t have one. Go to the church you feel comfortable
in and contribute there; contribute to whatever charity you
feel inspired to support. There is no John WorldPeace charity
and never will be I think. As I said last night, virtually
all the profit I make from my endeavors will go to creating
jobs. So most of my companies will probably never show a profit,”
says that all they teach in seminary is how to beg for money.
I don’t want anyone to ever say that about me. I don’t
want people to feel uncomfortable when they see me coming
because they think I am going to hit them up for some money.”
some pretty unique thoughts and philosophies,” Francois
I said. “But so far nothing has really made a dramatic
impact on increasing the peace in the world human society.
The way politics, religion and the law work has created chaos
and confusion and pain and suffering more so than peace in
the world human society, which is their true mandate. So it
is time to try something different. I have some alternative
ideas in these areas that I am trying to present. That is
all. I am just having a conversation and experimenting with
ideas and activities that I think will foster peace.”
“So do you
have a question for me?” Francois asked.
to a large degree are answers to my questions about you,”
“So you are
evaluating me by the questions I ask?” she said.
We are having a conversation in a very nice restaurant. That
is all that is going on,” I said.
Francois sipped her
wine but continued the intense eye contact.
right now is that you decided to find out who I am,”
I said. “You probably ran some initial background checks
on me starting last night. And now you are looking for the
real John WorldPeace.
“For your information,
the real John WorldPeace is an intelligent, driven, enigmatic
individual who is determined to spend his life trying to increase
the peace in the world human society. Right now, I have no
distractions; no wife, no children at home. I have no job
but I have a web design business that I expect to become the
flagship of whatever empire I create. But I will not give
up my art or my writing for the sake of building a financial
empire,” I said.
“Do you want
to fuck me, John?” Francois blurted out.
you can’t rattle me with statements like that,”
I said. “Just put the games aside and ask me what you
want without trying to shock me. May I have a cup of coffee?”
she said as she called the waiter.
just start over again,” I said.
I said as I extended my hand. “My name is WorldPeace.
Very nice to meet you.”
She took my hand
and said, “Pleased to meet you, Dr. WorldPeace,”
never disengaging her stare.
No one said a word
for about five minutes. The coffee came. I prepared it and
took a sip.
The silence continued
but Francois slowly reduced the intensity of her stare.
“You are very
controlled, John,” she said. “But you do turn
red and that gives away the fact that you are reacting.”
I said. “I can’t stop my face from flushing. Why
don’t you just relax and cut to the chase. What is it
that you want to know?’ I asked.
is do you want to fuck me,” she repeated.
know. The way you are acting is overpowering your beauty in
a negative way,” I said. “So right now, I would
“So what would
make you want to make love to me?” she asked.
know. Even after we have a wonderful evening, I may simply
not be attracted to you enough to want to make love to you,”
she said as her entire demeanor changed.
“I am sorry
if I offended you, John,” she said. “It is just
important for me to know who and what I am dealing with. I
have had a lot of relationships over the years. And I, like
Jeremy, am in charge of my family’s assets. So I have
become calloused and skeptical especially when I meet someone
like you. I want to believe but my experience has taught me
to be cautious. I decided last night I needed to find out
more about you. I realized that you are extremely intelligent
and very in control of everything in your environment. So
I decided to bring you to me and then assault you in a non
“Why is that
important, Francois?” I asked.
no money on the table. Nothing is at stake. Why is it so important
to learn about me immediately?” I asked.
friends and I are all very rich and very well connected. Yet
we find that we are not individually as savvy to the ways
of very unique people like you. So we gather together and
try to come to a community decision about someone like you.
Before we go forward with even a casual conversation, we must
find out who and what we are dealing with,” she said.
I am nobody. So why the effort?” I asked.
let me say we have all been expecting someone like you to
come into our lives for about ten years,” she said.
“That is interesting,”
I said caught a bit off guard. “So now I have to ask
Cathy, ‘Are you part of this evaluation?’”
I would be but not really in your case,” she said.
that mean?” I asked.
that I have not participated in this evaluation. I have not
allowed them to tell me anything about you and I have not
told them anything about you or us,” she said.
I could not help
but believe the CIA/FBI and who knows who else was behind
all of this. I now wondered if meeting Cathy was by chance
or by design. So I asked, “Cathy, was our meeting by
chance occurrence or are you working for someone?”
was by chance. I promise you. I had a vision about you as
I said. But when you said your name was WorldPeace, I contacted
Jeremy. As Francois said, we have been expecting someone like
you to come into our lives.”
your lives for what purpose?” I asked.
know except that we all expected someone with a global agenda;
and WorldPeace is a global agenda,” she said.
you, we all felt maybe you are the one we have been anticipating,”
been others you thought were THE ONE,” I said with a
a dozen. All wrong but some better con artists than others.
But you appear to be the real deal,” she said.
“Why is that?”
at Cathy questioning. “Well, Cathy does not know this
but we got a copy of your books right after you left last
night. We were amazed that it was five thousand pages just
like you said. So we divided it up and we all read most of
the night. It blew us all away. John. Really. Your books are
astounding. Cathy did not know we did this,” she said.
I said with a serious look on my face. I could not believe
these people had a copy of all my books; especially on so
short a notice. These people had to be very well connected,
you are leaving tomorrow, we needed some more information.
So here we are having dinner,” she said.
“Just a better
feel for you. That is all,” she said.
“If you are
real, John, you will have all our support. That is all I can
say,” she said.
I said. “I think I will have a glass of wine now. Red
please, white is too sweet for me generally.”
After Francois ordered
the wine, I said, “Francois, I don’t know what
I am doing. God is writing the script day to day. There is
no template. I know I had to come to France and here I am.
That is it. Very simple.”
“What do you
mean no template?” she asked.
been no other person named WorldPeace with my background and
with a global WorldPeace agenda. Gandhi, King, Mandela, Rabin,
the Apostle Paul, etc, all had localized agendas. I have a
global advocacy with regards to race, religion, politics,
the law and gender issues. I have no mentor or example, saint
or hero, to pattern my life after,” I said.
“Tell me how
many of the people I met last night are married,” I
now,” Francois said. “However, most of us have
been married at one time or another. Why do you ask?”
one spouse is for something and the other is against it. In
those cases, there can be problems. Have you been married?”
for ten years. I have a daughter who is twelve. I found I
am not the wife type. I have too many interests and too much
energy. I don’t think there is a man who can keep up
with me,” she said.
“I fully understand
that,” I said. “It took me two nineteen year marriages
to figure it out though.
what does the composite vision look like with regards to the
person that all of you are expecting?” I asked.
“That is an
interesting and perceptive question,” Francois said.
“We have all had our visions, dreams, feelings at different
ages. It was just by accident that we realized this about
four years ago. I think Otto brought it up casually one evening.
We all were kind of individually at a dead end until we realized
we all had experienced the same general visions more or less
about someone enigmatic who would come into our individual
lives. Then we were really at a loss for words when we realized
we had all had this sort of common dream.”
“What we seem to agree on is that this person is an
American, white, very liberal, very intellectual and has a
lot of energy. We thought he would be an artist, writer or
lawyer but probably a businessman; definitely anti establishment
or anti bureaucratic in many ways but not an anarchist. We
all saw a shepherd’s staff but could make no sense of
that,” she said.
“I have a
monument I made right after I changed my name in the shape
of a shepherd’s staff,” I said.
Cathy and Francois
both jumped a bit.
a monument in the shape of a shepherd’s staff?”
Francois asked, her eyes widening.
I said. “So what else?”
After a moment of silence she said, “Nothing really.
We sort of logically inferred that he would be probably be
an older man. No one felt we were looking for a female. We
could get no feel about money. We sort of expected a marital
history and children; someone who looked as if he was living
a normal life but was not. We sort of thought he would have
been in the military and that he had almost died more than
once during his life.
of things would come up when we all focused once in a while
when we were all together,” she said.
else?” I asked.
“We got the
impression that he wore boots but that confused us because
all we could think about was military boots. Then we figured
it out last night when we saw your cowboy boots. We would
have never associated boots with cowboy boots,” she
said chuckling. “No one was expecting a real Texas cowboy.”
other thing we seemed to get was a beacon like a lighthouse.
We felt that meant that he lived by the water or maybe was
associated with shipping. We have never really written down
all the details. I am sure there are some more smaller things,”
“That is really
astounding. I am so astounded that I feel like you all did
a psychic profile on me personally. All that you have said
applies to me,” I said.
“I have been
a lawyer and I am a writer and artist and businessman. So
you were not looking for one or the other but all in one person.
The boots you figured out last night. I always wear them.
I was in the Army during the Vietnam era,” I said, “but
I served in Italy, not Vietnam.
“When I changed
my name in 1988, I wrote a poem called The WorldPeace Beacon.
It speaks about me traveling the world creating art to be
publicly displayed. Each work of art was to be viewed as a
WorldPeace beacon. Over time, that has expanded in my vision
to include outdoor murals, sculptures, shrines and so on created
by people all over the world; not just me. Beacons are guiding
lights. These would be beacons that cause people to think
about peace. Public works. All donated,” I related.
Both Cathy and Francois
were stunned; speechless.
regards to the shepherd’s staff,” I said. I drew
a picture of the WorldPeace monument on the back of a business
card I had in my pocket and then slid it toward them to see.
“I made this
in 1988. It is about ten feet tall and made out of steel.
I call it the WorldPeace Monument,” I said.
“Oh my God,”
Francois said in French.
The waiter at that
moment brought us our food.
I could feel Cathy
shaking next to me and I saw a tear in her eye. I reached
across the table and took her hand.
I am having a wonderful evening with two attractive French
women. This is my last night here until I return and it has
been a very very fulfilling and productive trip. But I have
to go home tomorrow afternoon,” I said.
“Paris is your
home, John,” she interrupted.
“Yes but I
still have to go back to America tomorrow. I want to just
enjoy this evening,” I said.
“John, I have
to call Jeremy,” Francois said.
“Why not wait
until dinner is over and we get back to your apartment. Please,”
I said not wanting to break the energy with a phone call.
she said. “You are right. It can wait.”
The dinner was great.
Neither Francois nor Cathy ate much but I enjoyed everything
and I took my time because the food was superb.
Francois and Cathy
relaxed. I am sure it was due to the fact that they drank
several glasses of wine and hardly touched their meals.
I convinced Cathy
to let me tip the waiter and we left the restaurant for Francois’
apartment. The wind had picked up and it was chilling me to
the bone. Cathy and Francois held my arms tightly and snuggled
in close to me. We were all feeling good.
After we arrived
at the apartment and rushed in out of the cold, we headed
straight for the fireplace. Francois threw off her coat and
came over to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled
her body tightly against mine and gave me a deep, passionate
long lasting kiss. Then she fell back into one of the chairs
in front of the fire.
I bent down and warmed
my hands before the fire. As I stood up, Cathy grabbed my
arm as she gave Francois a deep intimate kiss. She then took
me by the hand and led me up a flight of stairs to a very
large bathroom with a hot tub in the corner. Francois was
close behind. They began to remove my clothes like two hungry
They put me into
the hot tub and began to take off their clothes and then got
into the hot tub with me. Francois had a perfect body. She
pulled close to me and kissed me deeply. She pulled away a
bit and whispered softly in my ear like the siren she was,
“I want you to make love to me, John.”
Cathy and I and Francois
spent an indescribable night together. I remember thinking,
So this is France, just before falling asleep.
I woke up at 1000
to an empty bed but I heard Cathy and Francois laughing in
the kitchen. I looked around the room and saw a brown cotton
bathrobe on the chair next to the door. I used the bathroom,
put on the robe and headed downstairs in my bare feet.
The fresh coffee
smelled great. I entered the kitchen to find Cathy and Francois
both in bathrobes and sitting at the kitchen table that had
a tray of fresh fruit and pastries on it.
Cathy got up and
gave me a hug and then began to prepare me a cup of coffee.
I leaned over and gave Francois a light kiss on her beautiful
Both of them laughed.
Cathy put the cup
of coffee in front of me. I took a sip and savored it. The
coffee I enjoyed here in France had always been the best.
“So what is
going on?” I asked.
Cathy said as both of them giggled.
“OK, what is
so funny?” I asked.
Francois said. “You just have two happy little bunnies
on your hands.”
After a minute of
everyone smiling and exchanging glances at each other, I asked,
“So what is on the agenda?”
Francois said. “I called Jeremy this morning and told
him about our dinner conversation last night. He insisted
on coming to the airport with a few of our friends who you
have not met. He wants to see you off. I hope you do not mind.”
not,” I said.
“I am taking
very little home with me as far as my clothes and such. Cathy
agreed to keep them for me. No point in carrying laundry back
and forth,” I said.
“So all I guess
I need to do is to go to the hotel, get dressed, do a bit
of packing and go to the airport. I think I should be at the
hotel by 1400. What do you think, Cathy?” I asked.
about right,” she said smiling.
is going on here,” I said. “What is it?”
are just in a very good mood,” Cathy said.
“And we are
trying to decide how to divide up your time between us,”
“John, my dear,
I think your life is about to change dramatically. Some of
the others have read more of your writings and looked closer
at your art. Everyone is excited about getting with you when
you come back. We want to help you in any way we can,”
“So, I passed
the group’s test?” I asked.
was no test really. We just want to help you if you are who
we have been expecting. You have laid out a lot of things
in your books. It is a map for peace; a peace plan of action.
It is what we were lacking. And in addition, we have you to
direct it. We are all very excited about our association with
you,” a smiling Francois said.
“I see. You
know all this seems like a dream to me,” I said.
“It seems the
same to us as well,” Cathy said.
said Cathy, “Francois wants to spend some time with
you to talk about some things. So why don’t I go back
to the hotel and pack your things and bring them back here.
It should not take more than an hour and a half and then we
can decide on how to spend the time before we go to the airport,”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course,”
“Let me go
ahead and get dressed then. I should be back about noon,”
she said putting down her coffee.
She kissed me and
then went upstairs.
I looked at Francois
and asked, “Is it safe to be here with you alone?”
she quipped, smiling a devilish grin.
I was starving and
began to concentrate on the fruit on the breakfast tray.
“You know there
is so much going on in my head and so much I want to talk
about but so little time before you go,” Francois said.
“I do not know where to start.”
“I wish I did
not have to leave but at the same time, I think it is good.
We all need time to reflect. I have a very defined schedule
for closing out all my loose ends in America. My next trip
here will be two full weeks, actually sixteen days I think.
you come back, I want you to stay here,” said Francois.
“In fact, I want you to stay here until you find a place
That may be four
or five months and you will lose your rental income during
the tourist season if I do that,” I said.
Cathy came into
fast,” I said.
“I want to
get there and back before noon. The cab is already outside.
I will see you shortly,” she said as she kissed me and
was out the door in a flash.
“Do not worry
about the rent,” Francois said as she got up and dead
bolted the front door.
She returned to
the kitchen without her robe and smiled, took my hand and
led me back upstairs.