Five
The Clone and the attendant worked on their conflict resolution skills for the next 1/2 hour trying to figure out how they could make this a win/win/win situation without pissing off Mr. B.
Meanwhile the whip had stopped cracking, but the Belt had heretofore not been revived. Mr. Bemis stood over him wondering if this meant the end of his log cabin retreat business for which he was completely at risk since he had paid cash.
"The Belt goes down I go down," he thought.
"Hang in there Buddy helps coming."
Just then down the road that same Lincoln Navigator that nearly ran into the Clone, pulled up. Someone, a young female it looked like, hopped out of the van and started walking up the hill with something under her arm.
"Who are you?" asked Bemis
"I'm Lollie." claimed the young girl.
"You can't be more than 19."
"No sir, I'm 16."
"Uummmm... Jailbait."
"Yep."
"Well what are you doin here? How did you find out about this? Why are you so young and what's that you are carrying under your arm."
"Whoa, slow down, you're asking too many questions. We have a soul to save so let's get to work."
"Well, at least tell me what that is you're carrying. It looks like a book."
"It's Chicken Soup For the SOUL."
"Perhaps a bowl of actual chicken soup would be more appropriate at this time my dear. The man hasn't eaten in 4 days."
"This boy doesn't need actual chicken soup; his electrolyte balance is all out of whack. If you're gonna feed him anything, make it a banana. Look Mr. Bemis, let's stick to what we're good at here.... I'll give him a reason to live and you give him financial advice once he's up ki ahhing again."
