Chapter-4: Satisfy Me
A flutter of inhales lifted her chest and her belly with a ton of trepidation. And, for half a breath she reconsidered running away. What a foolish thing, she thought as her curiosity outweighed her fear by a gram.
“Are you the very same devil, señor?” she asked with a dry mouth and tight throat. “How else can you do those things and survive that onslaught of gunfire? My goodness … and, that squashed fat man, how did you retrieve him with such force?”
Luz laughed and placed his gambler hat on an adjacent boulder. He whistled a curious tune and removed his dark-green vicuña coat, revealing a tight vest of the same color over his white collared shirt.
The pitch of his whistling rose, grabbing her attention before he tossed his coat.
“Catch, mujer,” said Luz. “This color looks much better on you. Ditch that small khaki coat. It stinks.” He paused for a moment, stared into the darkness and followed him with his gaze before continuing, “think of this coat as a gift, for your honesty this night.”
The woman caught the coat and forgot about her demon-curiosity questions.
She smiled with a painfully quivering grin. The coat smelled of cedar, lilacs and fresh cut yellow freesias. She stripped the khaki coat away and blushed again and secured her new coat over her aching body. The coat had a v-taper that reached mid torso, and she only needed to button up the two middle large buttons of the coat.
The vicuña material hugged her perfectly around her chest and hips, and it covered her down to mid-thigh level. One more inhale and the warm coat reminded her of a relaxing dusk in November, and of a long day of working in her grandmother’s tangerine fields.
Another painful smile strained up on her purple face. And, with great effort, the woman looked at Luz with warmth.
“Thank you for helping me, Señor Luz,” she said. “I’m very grateful. My name is Fernanda Celeste. Fer or Nanda are what most people call me. I suppose that doesn’t much matter. Being that I now, well, be’….”
“Nanda is fine, I’ll call you that.” Luz looked up at the night sky and focused on the copper moon slice. “I’m not sure what I am, Nanda. My mind is fragmented and blocked away. At best, my memories extend back to three hundred years, all the way into 1521. But I believe I’m much older than that.”
Nanda placed her hand over her mouth and spoke through her spread fingers,
“Are you an alebrije or a brujo magico or a demon-reject from hell, señor?”
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