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Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Jeppesen-Huff

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Visions Of Mary

Chapter One: Nativity in July

Lyda Mae (RavenDove) Jeppesen-Huff

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The Phoenix summer heat was unbearable, the midday streets crowded. Allison wasn't sure what she was suppose to be seeing. Then through the waves of heat she saw her. She was small and fragile like porcelain nativity piece. The blue shawl covering her hair was bright against the people who passed without seeing her.

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Allison shook herself awake and in the process disturbed her husband Joe.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he tried to pull her closer.

"July isn't the right season for dreams about the Virgin Mary." she mumbled as she shifted and they both went back to sleep.

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Joe Debois searched through his pockets for change to feed the parking meter.

"Pardon me but you dropped this." said a voice behind him. He turned to find a woman that looked like she couldn't have been more than sixteen. She had dark eyes and curly dark hair that was mostly hidden by a white nun,s scarf. She also wore a simple white blouse and a black jumper type dress that came down below her knees only revealing black stockings and well uses black loafers.

"What did I drop Sister?" Joe asked.

"The two quarters you put in your pocket when you laid out your clothes last night."

Joe took the quarters the nun was holding out. "How did you know I put them there last night?"

The Nun shrugged, "You just look like the type who would do that."

"A student of human nature then?" he asked.

"Part of the job." she said. Joe watched as a strange look came across the Nun's face. "You look like a Joe to me."

Joe laughed at the guess, "And suppose you name is Mary."

"You've obviously see Nunsense Joe, because not every Nun answers to Mary." She turned and began to walk into the crowd. "Go to the Phoenix Pawn on Fifth and take a good look in the window. You'll find something that has been lost for a long time."

Joe began to run after her. "Wait, why should I go there."

The Nun turned back to face him. "Your Aunt Bridgett left a message."

Joe stopped in his tracks and watched her walk away. His Great Aunt Bridgett had been dead since he was twelve.

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