Bear’s spiritual advisor told him to spend a week in the desert.
Biblical billboards littered the highway between the highway and the resort.
“You get used to it,” the cabby said.
“The bible quotes?”
“Nah, pal. The heat. The heat. You never get used to that thumper stuff.”
People promising guided tours of the desert, of yourself, littered the hotel’s lobby. They perked up as Bear walked past them to the desk. The clerk told him to enjoy his stay.
In his room, Bear opened the floor to ceiling curtains, and looked out at his view of the parking lot.