Page 13 - Billy Graham in Heaven

6 Billy Graham's Glorious Jam
capricious Cathy Webber, his heart’s desire. Luckily her voice mail picked up. If Cathy herself answered, no telling what mood she’d be in. If it were bad, Jake might be sucked back into the darkest depths of the void.
“This is 252-0084,” Cathy said in her low honey tones. “Please leave a message.” Jake mumbled civilities and hung up. He felt better and picked up his ragged copy of Don Quixote. Soon the moon rose and his eyes closed. The book fell to the bed and he slid into sleep, finally escaping the void by express travel to the wondrous land of Nod.
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Late the next afternoon Jake drove east on I-40 in a quiet electric Cutlass toward the nearby little town of Swannanoa. He whizzed by a holographic billboard showing Ronald McDonald holding up a hamburger that was projected just in front and above Jake’s car. The clown put the burger in his mouth. Closer still and Ronald held up his white-gloved hands and the words appeared: “See Ma, no mess with McClean burgers.”
“Ketchup and cow juice contained by eatable plastic,” Jake thought. “Damn!”
He exited near Billy Graham’s evangelical training center, The Cove. There the Swannanoa Valley was flat for about a mile before rising precipitously on both sides, soaring from 2,000 to 4,000 feet and more.
Jake looked at the restful entrance to The Cove. It was spring and dogwoods sprinkled the woods with sugar frosting. He turned left, drove over the freeway and after another left, pulled up in front of what appeared to be two,