The Peacock 1499

"Who was that?" says Jason, his tone wary, apprehensive. "That was George. They are wondering why we haven't returned yet." "He was also accusing me of lying. He always does. They never seem to believe me" "because every month or so", says Lazarus patiently, "you seem to come out with a new and improved version of your life history. And frankly, we're all sick of it. Even I." "Even you, Sable", he says sighing. "I can say something in your defense, though, Jason. This time, you are telling the truth. I happen to have met his mother, a few times during her not infrequent visits to Vancouver. And we even flew out about eight years ago and stayed with her in her little apartment in Downsview, Toronto." "And all the rest is bullshit?" says Carl. And I am wondering why we are pouring so much attention onto someone who simply thrives on it. "Everything I said about the island and the young Jesus actually happened as I experienced it." "The other stuff?" says Carl, who appears to be playng crown prosecutor, something he can do rather too well.