They gathered a few sticks but Sherry couldn’t get the Bic lighter to spark. "Shit," she cursed. Finally, it produced a flame, and with a sigh of re...lief, Sherry threw a few more sticks and twigs on their small fire.Once it was burning, she lay next to Sandi and rested her head on her shoulder. The pleasant sound of the crashing waves against the rocks below was comforting as they cuddled in front of the fire."I've never seen that many stars in my life," said Sandi.Sherry smiled and snuggled. "Febuary 23rd, 1925, I can't shake the feeling that Scarecrow is watching me. The maid says I'm imagining things, but she's the one who got the materials for it. She's a Negro from New Orleans, I thunk she had practice in that voodoo stuff. I see her pray sometimes and I saw her paint something on the fence. I really don't know what it is but she did it before she set up that Scarecrow. I think it's been eyeing me. Staring at my buttocks. It sounds crazy but I just know that damned woman cursed. " You'll be going to breakfast by quarters number; the group with you in the common room -- and the associated kids -- is your group. Stay with them. When you get called to Medical, the AIs will keep track of you individually and lead you down the halls by voice until you can get your implants or your collars -- don't get lost! We're going to want to know why you felt like you had to slow things up or can't follow instructions..." I threatened.After a moment, I added, "I'm not going to kid you. Everyone I've talked to in Aramex thinks it's a CIA plot, even though there are two Muslim doctors in Porto swearing it's true. Everyone here thinks it's a Hollywood style fake. Actually, in some sense, I guess they're right. God didn't do this, we did! I wonder what the divine penalty is for impersonating God?" Well, we didn't sign God's name. We just gave a message that we both feel is God's true message. Regarding our salvation, I think we're still okay," Kathy said with a smile. "Israel has.