Then an advertisement came on the screen for a magazine that promised to "fill in all the blanks" and give the real inside story to all of soap operas: Soap Opera Digest. "Sort of makes me wonder if you destroyed the right ones.
"I have destroyed whole cities in my time." I thought maybe, just maybe, I could goad the angel into giving me five minutes privacy.) I am dead two thousand years and even I know better." (I still need to get a look at that book in the dresser. But no, you stay here perched on my shoulder like a trained bird. "If you'd ever leave the room and look at how real people talk you'd know that, you yellow-haired cretin. The angel told me the dimes must have the same worth as the dinars, and I, like a fool, believed him. It was this money that we had traveled on, and deposited at the hotel desk for our expenses. The merchant gave us twenty thousand dollars in American money for them.
We had taken the dinars to an antiquities dealer in the old city (which looked nearly the same as it did when I'd last walked there, except that the Temple was gone and in its place two great mosques). But for a little tarnish, they looked just as they did on the day I had taken them, and they were almost identical to the coin this country calls the dime (except for the image of Tiberius on the dinars, and some other Caesar on the dime). After he called me up from the dead I led him to a cemetery in the valley of Ben Hiddon, and there, hidden behind a stone where Judas had put it two thousand years ago, was the blood money - thirty silver dinars. "What do you mean, they look like the silver dinars we dug up in Jerusalem, they are worth a fortune." "You fool, these coins, these dimes, are nearly worthless in this country." I apologized to Jesus and sent him on his way with a promise that I would make it up to him, then I wheeled on the angel. He spoke Aramaic to me, and he seemed to know Hebrew and enough English to understand television, but of Spanish he understood not a word. He did not possess the gift of tongues he had bestowed on me. I glared at the angel, who, as usual, was lying on the bed watching television, and for the first time I realized that he did not understand Jesus' language.
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