“How much birdseed did you bring?” asked a baseball-capped young fop with an ironic mustache.
“I spent $40 for nothing,” Olga lamented. “Now I have to come every day till Saturday.”
An earthquake will hit L.A. in August, she said, a big one. “The ocean’s coming in and we’ll all die.” Jesus had planned to “lift the platform of L.A. But he said to me he wanted 4,000 people,” or he wouldn’t save the city.
That’s why she put up so many fliers: $2,000 worth over nine months.
Jesus still might come on Saturday, she said. “I hope that he shows up, because I don’t want nobody to die.” When she had answered everybody’s questions, Olga returned to her brother and his friends. The hipsters clapped, and slowly dispersed.