The Peacock1867

Jennifer and Maureen both appear very small next to Tron as he escorts them both to the table.  They are both quiet, demure, as though they have not yet begun to absorb the shock of their sudden transport here. "It is such a delight to have you both as honoured guests, my noble ladies", says Jesus .  "Tron, please escort Maureen to sit here on my left, and Jennifer will sit on my right.  "Noble ladies, you will both see that already places have been set for you here."  He could look like any sixteen year old boy, but for the light that seems to be shining from his face and the exacting wisdom that makes his eyes suddenly piercing and penetrating. Maureen appears to be just beginning to emerge from out of her fog of shock and disbelief.  "Excuse me, young man", she says hesitantly "But...but who are you?" "I am often asked that question, Maureen" he says discreetly.  "And if you had no other precedent for identifying me, then pray tell me what would you call me." I am dipping half a pita pocket into the hummus that Jesus and I made.  She stares at him dumbfounded.  I know better than to say a word, and everyone here, even the loquacious Sarah, simply seem unable to speak right now...