Wilkes Residency 501: assignments #2-3
by V.E. on June 28th, 2007
filed under ladyamedeus, school, writing
Could he be a descendant of our God, Quetzalcoatl? This white man with dark hair on his face, Cortez? Unamito died at my feet to bring me the news; that is an ominous sign. He said Maliniche is with them, the white Gods. We outnumber them at least two-to-one, but if Cortez truly is a God, as Unamito has warned, it wouldn’t matter if we outnumbered them 100-to-one. The three birds and the hidden sun must have importance if my man, Queritzo, made sure that his runner mentioned them to me. White birds–white men–white God returns. Even if Cortez is not our God, his great magic hides the sun and causes the heavens to cry! My warriors are ready; if they confront a man, they will return with his head as a sacrifice to Quetzalcoatl. If they face a God, they will be the sacrifice to Him. May He be appeased.
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“Shawna, get off that damn computer!â€
Shawna rolled her eyes without realizing it. She paused her game and turned, yelling, “What, Mom?â€
“Someone in the front needs you!†her mother called back.
Shawna sighed. She knew all funeral directors were weird (how could they not be?), but her mom was the worst. Always thinking about the customers.
“Fine, fine. I’m goin’.†Shawna heaved up out of her chair–the butt imprints never left since she sat there (“I gotta get to the next level!â€) so often–and walked to the front desk. Shawna felt sympathetic to the people who came in here, but she wasn’t sorry for them. Everyone had someone who died. Then again, Shawna was deathly afraid of losing her mother, annoying or no.
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Silvia, Shawna’s mother, was always thinking about the customers. Right now she was on the phone with a woman who’d just lost her father to a heart attack. The poor woman was hysterical.
Silvia’s voice was calm, collected, in charge. “Ma’am, it’s all right to cry. Don’t you worry about it, now. We’re goin’ to take good care of you here at Life’s Path Funeral Home. You just go ahead and let it out.â€
