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No one expected two men to find the stranger origin.
Desiree did not think about that, anxious about his patience.
He grew feverish. She forced tea past his teeth while cradling his head to her chest to guide the liquid down his throat.
One day found out his splintered led swollen and turning green. Even in big hospitals where men also died of such wounds.
Must not die. Pray, pray hard, fear more the revenge of the rich with their police than I fear the revenge of the gods.
Where’s M. Julian.? Punish? Find?
His fever rose, poisoned leg grew worse. Taking knife to scald the wound. Dug soap from the soap rocks at its side. Washed leg and wrapped it with leaves that Madame Bonsante had brought.
Desiree did work with reluctance. Should be helper rather than looking for man if you much, then rushed to patient.
Man eyes’ were open, stare around the mud hut. Then closed eyes in sleep, worst passed? Get well?
Opened again, to recognize her and show gladness, knelt beside him, looked into his eyes, try to speak, pain. Put her fingers to his lips, eyes smiled at her.
Rains came, sun threatened all life in the village with its blistering rays. Went out. Instant night. Raindrops pounded leaves.
Peasants abandoned prayers the next and went scurrying to save pots and pans being scattered over the ground. The wind strengthened.
In panic, parents snatched up babies and toddlers.
Flood the low lying lands. Mud huts dissolved and sank beneath the thicken currents. Trees were uprooted.
Day seeped into day, night seeped into night. The distinction between day and night was lost in the hammering of the rain. The world had become water and mountains. Air was wet.
A smell of death invaded the cabin through his festering scores. Some left the shelter, choosing the pounding of the rain. Wasn’t rain the nectar of the gods? Keep hope alive.
Die, not let him die, but what loa entered your black body to give you the power to hold back death.
Caring him carefully.
What disorder when land meets sea. Sucked down into rising waters, to nourish another generation, than to suffer such shame.
Suddenly window flew open, a shadow appeared. Thicker, larger, then formed itself into a man, a man in black who perched inside the window, clothes as dark as night. Not a man, a demon.
Mouth gleamed red, blood red. Cigar clenched between brown teeth with blood.
Stood before her. Papa Ge, messenger of death. Evil power, she made her hands into claws and held them to his face to keep him at bay. Helplessness.
Protect him using my soul.
Disappeared. Calm, You are not alone. I am here, i will keep you here.
5.
Blue sky, miracle of morning, clear sky. Water rushing off. Laughed and shouted thier victory.
Brightness of the day.
Nothing but favor poor peasants.
Smile, they were one.
Men came, noise, big bird. Helicopter. Curious men.
Dressed in rain slickers and hip boots, slipping and sliding. Guided by peasants.
Monsieur Gabriel Beauxhomme. Son Daniel Beauxhomme.
Gentle smile.
What had they done to you. Carried him out of cabin and back to waiting helicopter.
Good woman, your man Julian is a good man, intelligent, directions easily to find. Five gourdes.
Off
Unshed tears brightened her eyes. The sad eyed man had not seen her. Not different as rest.
Tonton Julian returned seven days later. NOT UNIFORMED.
No direction. But even the longest road must end.
House, a palace. Hotel.
Lost mule in a mudslide on first day.
Bad storm, but contempt. Bare bone to a dog, sharpen his teeth not to fill stomach.
Our land will be rich by seeding.
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