Silver Lining - A Carpelli Adventure: Sequel To The Bestselling Thriller Fatal Mistake by Cliff Roberts Page A
Authors: Cliff Roberts
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his hand the three giants slowly released me and stepped back a few feet, but they didn’t leave. I looked at them and the Oracle and back again, before I stated once more for the record. “I’m calm.”
“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all for now. John please give Mr. Black your car keys, so he can have it moved into the valet lot. It wouldn’t do to have my friend’s classic car damaged while he was visiting me.” I held out the keys and the man took them from me. His hand was so big I immediately thought about how a child must feel when dealing with an adult. The size difference was very similar. I then learned of the man’s strength because he reached a hand to help me up and he gently lifted me off the floor without any help from me. I’m a big man, but he made me look and feel small. I wondered why he wasn’t in the NFL, as I took my seat again, just as the food arrived.
“I took the liberty, John, of ordering for you, my favorite dish. Lightly breaded filet minion with truffles. If it is not to your liking, you can order whatever you like.”
“Please, tell me how you know those things. Some of them, I have never shared with anyone and yet, you knew all about them.” I asked politely, hoping that might be the key to his sharing of secrets.
“John, there is no secret, super computer from which I am able to gather and control the world’s flow of information. It truly is a gift from God, nothing more, as if that isn’t enough. All I have to do is think about someone or something and I see it all in my head. Go ahead taste the fillet, before it gets cold.” The Oracle said as he started eating in a slow deliberate manner. He was savoring each and every bite. I decided, what the hay, I may as well get a good meal out this and sliced off a piece of fillet. It literally melted in my mouth. The taste was incredible.
“See! I told you so. Now do you have something for me?” The Oracle asked, as one of the man mountains walked up and set a large mason jar on the table. It was filled with a clear liquid. As I reached inside my coat for his envelope, the Oracle poured each of us a double shot glass full of the clear liquid.
“Moonshine?” I asked.
“Why yes, it is. We call it “God’s own Nectar”. It is the finest Moonshine in all of Eastern Tennessee and Kentucky. It is a recipe handed down from my grandfather, to my father and on down to me. When I’m gone, one of my nieces will inherit it, since I haven’t any son’s or nephews to hand it down too. We hold a special license to produce several thousand gallons a year, for our specific use only. No retail sales of any kind are allowed. Though we have a tradition of leaving in our wills, gifts of twenty–five gallons a year to special family friends and certain influential people who have provided friendship to us.” The Oracle informed John.
“That sounds as though it is a very exclusive club and the Moonshine is very expensive.”
“Oh it is, we sell it by the shot only for $150.00 a shot. It is exceedingly rare there aren’t several shots per person, per table, per meal.” He finished pouring my shot and I waited until he was finished pouring his and had picked it up to picked up mine. “To my good friend John. May he find the nectar pleasing to his tongue and each sip bringing him closer to accepting there are still somethings in which, he can have faith.” The Oracle toasted, took a sip which emptied the shot glass and went back to his lunch. I followed suit and this time I kept quiet.
“So John, you still feel the need to test me or are you just teasing me?” The Oracle asked.
“A little of both,” I said, “with a little grin on my face.
“So be it. I will indulge you. Yes, John I will send a half gallon home with you. But don’t tell a soul where you got it. Plus, I’m still waiting for my package you were to deliver. Now would be a good time.” The Oracle held out his hand and grinned at me. The moment I
“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all for now. John please give Mr. Black your car keys, so he can have it moved into the valet lot. It wouldn’t do to have my friend’s classic car damaged while he was visiting me.” I held out the keys and the man took them from me. His hand was so big I immediately thought about how a child must feel when dealing with an adult. The size difference was very similar. I then learned of the man’s strength because he reached a hand to help me up and he gently lifted me off the floor without any help from me. I’m a big man, but he made me look and feel small. I wondered why he wasn’t in the NFL, as I took my seat again, just as the food arrived.
“I took the liberty, John, of ordering for you, my favorite dish. Lightly breaded filet minion with truffles. If it is not to your liking, you can order whatever you like.”
“Please, tell me how you know those things. Some of them, I have never shared with anyone and yet, you knew all about them.” I asked politely, hoping that might be the key to his sharing of secrets.
“John, there is no secret, super computer from which I am able to gather and control the world’s flow of information. It truly is a gift from God, nothing more, as if that isn’t enough. All I have to do is think about someone or something and I see it all in my head. Go ahead taste the fillet, before it gets cold.” The Oracle said as he started eating in a slow deliberate manner. He was savoring each and every bite. I decided, what the hay, I may as well get a good meal out this and sliced off a piece of fillet. It literally melted in my mouth. The taste was incredible.
“See! I told you so. Now do you have something for me?” The Oracle asked, as one of the man mountains walked up and set a large mason jar on the table. It was filled with a clear liquid. As I reached inside my coat for his envelope, the Oracle poured each of us a double shot glass full of the clear liquid.
“Moonshine?” I asked.
“Why yes, it is. We call it “God’s own Nectar”. It is the finest Moonshine in all of Eastern Tennessee and Kentucky. It is a recipe handed down from my grandfather, to my father and on down to me. When I’m gone, one of my nieces will inherit it, since I haven’t any son’s or nephews to hand it down too. We hold a special license to produce several thousand gallons a year, for our specific use only. No retail sales of any kind are allowed. Though we have a tradition of leaving in our wills, gifts of twenty–five gallons a year to special family friends and certain influential people who have provided friendship to us.” The Oracle informed John.
“That sounds as though it is a very exclusive club and the Moonshine is very expensive.”
“Oh it is, we sell it by the shot only for $150.00 a shot. It is exceedingly rare there aren’t several shots per person, per table, per meal.” He finished pouring my shot and I waited until he was finished pouring his and had picked it up to picked up mine. “To my good friend John. May he find the nectar pleasing to his tongue and each sip bringing him closer to accepting there are still somethings in which, he can have faith.” The Oracle toasted, took a sip which emptied the shot glass and went back to his lunch. I followed suit and this time I kept quiet.
“So John, you still feel the need to test me or are you just teasing me?” The Oracle asked.
“A little of both,” I said, “with a little grin on my face.
“So be it. I will indulge you. Yes, John I will send a half gallon home with you. But don’t tell a soul where you got it. Plus, I’m still waiting for my package you were to deliver. Now would be a good time.” The Oracle held out his hand and grinned at me. The moment I
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