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wanting to become senior pastor.
    â€œI know I’m wasting my breath, but be careful. It sounds like there is a lot of shady stuff revolving around Pastor Cole’s death. The last thing I need is to read about you coming up dead or missing.”
    â€œI will.”
    Of course, that’s a lie I tell myself. In truth, trouble always knows where I stay. If Demetrius is anywhere near the dangerous character that I think he is, then I’m going to need to be wise in how I both approach and deal with him. I try to not let the possibility of people close to me being hurt deter me from being able to complete my assignment.
    I try to look outside my window and remind myself that I’m in paradise, and that there is no need to worry. I try . . . and I fail. When I head downstairs, I try to take in the laughter and witty banter that is going on back and forth between Sammy Moses and Adele.
    â€œHey, Doc, how are you?” Sammy greets me.
    â€œFine,” I say before I go over and give Adele a kiss on the forehead.
    I take a seat next to Victory, and I give her a kiss on the hands.
    â€œI was just telling Victory that she needs to take a ride on my boat,” Sammy says.
    â€œAnd I was just telling her that if she wants to live to be an old woman, then she must stay clear away from Sammy and his cursed boat.”
    â€œMy boat is not cursed,” Sammy snaps back.
    â€œThat’s not what the witch doctor says. She says she cursed your boat and anyone who dares steps foot on it.”
    Sammy is sent reeling by Adele’s accusation. I enjoy watching these two go at it like aging prizefighters.
    â€œNow, Adele, you’re a Christian woman and shouldn’t be talking about no witchcraft,” Sammy says.
    â€œWhat? I’m telling the truth. Don’t be mad at me because you’re cursed.”
    â€œFor the last time, woman, I ain’t cursed.”
    â€œAll I know is that strange things happen whenever you are on that boat, like the time when you got struck by lightning without a cloud in the sky.”
    â€œWell, that’s just a freak occurrence,” he says.
    â€œWhat about the fact that the boat done sunk three times—without a single hole in it?” Adele asks.
    â€œThat’s a bit of an exaggeration. It only sank twice, and who knows what could’ve caused it.”
    â€œI know exactly what done caused it. Your crazy self done messed around with that witch doctor and now until you do right by her, everything you touch will sink.” Adele turns to Victory. “You best stay far away from Sammy and his cursed boat.”
    All Sammy can do is give Adele a dismissive wave. Victory makes no attempt to hide her laughter. She glances over at me. I bet she wonders why I’m not enjoying this elderly couple argue in the middle of paradise. That’s because, once again, I find myself thrown into the fray—doing the one job that I seem best suited for, and that is why I can’t be present in the moment, enjoying a good laugh.
    â€œOoh, Sammy, you were going to have me get on a cursed boat?” Victory asks.
    â€œNo, Love, I would never put you in harm’s way.”
    â€œYou better off getting that boat Gilligan and them got on,” Adele says.
    The whole table has a nice laugh at Sammy’s expense.
    â€œAnyways, what are you guys planning to get into?” Sammy asks.
    â€œActually, we need to book a charter flight. I was thinking of giving your son a call.”
    Sammy pretended like his orange juice went down the wrong pipe. I have to remind myself that before I leave this island, I need to get down to the bottom of the beef between Sammy and his son Donny.
    â€œWell, I’m sure if you give him a call he’d be willing to help you out,” Sammy says.
    â€œActually, I was wondering if you could give us a ride to the airport,” I ask.
    This time, Sammy really was choking on his juice until Adele gave him a