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The Heart Arrives in Carmel
from The Reeducation
of a Turd Peddler
by John Henry Peabody
JUST BEFORE NOON on September
1, a gold, four-door 2008 Lexus drove down Lasuen Drive in Carmel
and came to a stop within site of Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo.
Gerry Danskin had the wheel. He looked at his Blackberry and punched
up a number. On the passenger side, sitting amongst a handful of wadded
Taco Bell wrappers and an empty paper cup, sat Father Serras heart,
in its jar, snug up in a black pleathor bag, seat belt securing it tightly.
Gerry knew that he had only a matter of hours to get to his contacts
at the safe house before the others would catch up with him.
On his way up, Gerry spoke to the heart as he passed each
of the missions on 101, the brown state landmark signs calling them
out: Mission San Luis Obispo de Tolosa (tucked along the creek in its
college town), San Miguel Archangel (the old haunt completely visible
from the road), San Antonio de Padua (on the Hunter-Liggett Army base),
and Nuestra Senora de la Soledad (across the highway from the prison
with its cheery town billboard proclaiming, Its Happening
With one stop for a few late morning breakfast burritos
and a cup of coffee, which he bought and ate in the car, Gerry continued
straight up the road, talking to Father Serra. At Highway 17, he headed
west, through the pines, arriving into town around lunch hour.
Gerry put the phone to his ear and listened to the ring.
He could see school children on a tour of the mission grounds, the padre
greeting the childrens teachers. A shred of lettuce in one of
the wrappers caught Gerrys eye and he picked it off the seat and
put it in his mouth. The phone picked up.
Yes. Who is this?
This is Gerry Danskin.
Hello, Gerry, the voice said. How are
Im fine, Ward. How are you?
Were fine, Gerry. Couldnt be better. Whats
on your mind?
Well, Ward. I have some news.
Im just down the street. Can I stop by?
Please. Ksen and I are herewould you like lunch?
With Ward and Ksen