AN: Okay, so half of you are like, "Father Dom can speak Spanish?". As a
resident of Southern California, and at one point Carmel (-_- I had to
move, which sucked), and the child of a Sunday School teacher and a Church
Secretary and a friend to like 90 pastors and 20 priests, only 4, 4 of
those people don't speak Spanish! And those speak Korean and Japanese and
some Italian (sighs blissfully, PER AMORE! Finale!) which is great, cuz a
lot of translators, no offense, but they suck. Anyway, personal experience,
yes, they do speak Spanish, and I doubt Father Dom would be an exception.
Of course, I've been speaking English since I was 6, so I really don't need
a translator, I just am one ^_~.
BACK TO THE STORY!
Oh my God. For the love of Dios (see I learned something from Jesse!)!
Please, please, please tell me I didn't hear what I thought I just heard.
Jesse's face was white as a ghost. Or, at least, as white as they are supposed to be. He looked at me, then at the door, and did this sighing motion. He couldn't really sigh (no breath), but he just looked really tired. Then he began to mutter as Corey came upstairs. "Suze Simon?" he asked, looking at me.
I nod dumbly as my mom winked and walked away. Sorry Mom! Didn't you hear? I don't like the living. My life sucks sometimes. Corey shut the door.
"What you said," he began slowly, "about Lauren, about my great uncle... how did you know?"
Perhaps I shouldn't have rolled my eyes, because he got this look that said pissed. I knew it all too well, because as I looked over my shoulders Jesse had the same expression for his nephew here. "Jesse, we talked about this," I snapped, making him flush and pick up a book.
"I'm Corey," he snapped back, "and don't tell me you made this up... I mean that's just... that book, is it... floating?" he asked suddenly, his eyes growing wide.
"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Jesse. Who is now reading"-Jesse looked at me, and held up the cover, which was in Spanish-"that," I settled on, having no clue how to pronounce that title. "Jesse is your great great great great... I don't know how many, but a lot of greats uncle. That's how I know. As for Lauren, she crossed over this morning. And how did you find me so quick?"
He looked at his shoes. "I was talking to a cousin of mine from the area, Adam, and he recognized the description. He said you lived in the Ackerman house. So I came here."
My turn to let my eyes grow wide. "Adam? He told you? You didn't told him why I saw you, did you? And Adam is a de Silva? What the heck?!?"
Jesse looked up from his book, which he was intentionally burying himself in. "I have seen that Adam many times. He doesn't look Argentinean."
"You're from Argentina?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oookay. Anyway, Jesse's right. He doesn't look Argentinean."
Corey looked at the book. "He was adopted. You can hear me, right?"
"Yes, he can. Now did you or did you not tell Adam I had a message for you from the dead?"
"Of course I did! Adam asked me who was at the door and I told him!"
"Adam lives in Jesse's house?!?!?"
"It wasn't my house, it was the servant's house."
"Fine, he lives in the house that Jesse's servant's lived in?"
"We all do. It's big enough."
"Have I really never been to Adam's house?" I thought aloud. I shook myself out of it. "Great. Just great. You aren't supposed to talk about this. I would have told you if :someone: hadn't pulled me away."
"I apologized!" "How was I supposed to know?" "Can you blame me?" "Excuse me, are you a mediator?"
That last one caught me, because it wasn't Jesse or Corey. Corey was still babbling long after me and Jesse shut up. This was a girl dressed in a really old calico dress, but it looked brand new. She looked Spanish too, with lots of long black curls and brown eyes. Jesse's mouth was hanging open. "Stop drooling at her!" I hissed.
He didn't stop looking at her, and only said, "I can't drool at her, Susannah. That's my sister Inez Anna."
Inez? Then she was... Could this get any weirder?!?
BACK TO THE STORY!
Oh my God. For the love of Dios (see I learned something from Jesse!)!
Please, please, please tell me I didn't hear what I thought I just heard.
Jesse's face was white as a ghost. Or, at least, as white as they are supposed to be. He looked at me, then at the door, and did this sighing motion. He couldn't really sigh (no breath), but he just looked really tired. Then he began to mutter as Corey came upstairs. "Suze Simon?" he asked, looking at me.
I nod dumbly as my mom winked and walked away. Sorry Mom! Didn't you hear? I don't like the living. My life sucks sometimes. Corey shut the door.
"What you said," he began slowly, "about Lauren, about my great uncle... how did you know?"
Perhaps I shouldn't have rolled my eyes, because he got this look that said pissed. I knew it all too well, because as I looked over my shoulders Jesse had the same expression for his nephew here. "Jesse, we talked about this," I snapped, making him flush and pick up a book.
"I'm Corey," he snapped back, "and don't tell me you made this up... I mean that's just... that book, is it... floating?" he asked suddenly, his eyes growing wide.
"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Jesse. Who is now reading"-Jesse looked at me, and held up the cover, which was in Spanish-"that," I settled on, having no clue how to pronounce that title. "Jesse is your great great great great... I don't know how many, but a lot of greats uncle. That's how I know. As for Lauren, she crossed over this morning. And how did you find me so quick?"
He looked at his shoes. "I was talking to a cousin of mine from the area, Adam, and he recognized the description. He said you lived in the Ackerman house. So I came here."
My turn to let my eyes grow wide. "Adam? He told you? You didn't told him why I saw you, did you? And Adam is a de Silva? What the heck?!?"
Jesse looked up from his book, which he was intentionally burying himself in. "I have seen that Adam many times. He doesn't look Argentinean."
"You're from Argentina?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oookay. Anyway, Jesse's right. He doesn't look Argentinean."
Corey looked at the book. "He was adopted. You can hear me, right?"
"Yes, he can. Now did you or did you not tell Adam I had a message for you from the dead?"
"Of course I did! Adam asked me who was at the door and I told him!"
"Adam lives in Jesse's house?!?!?"
"It wasn't my house, it was the servant's house."
"Fine, he lives in the house that Jesse's servant's lived in?"
"We all do. It's big enough."
"Have I really never been to Adam's house?" I thought aloud. I shook myself out of it. "Great. Just great. You aren't supposed to talk about this. I would have told you if :someone: hadn't pulled me away."
"I apologized!" "How was I supposed to know?" "Can you blame me?" "Excuse me, are you a mediator?"
That last one caught me, because it wasn't Jesse or Corey. Corey was still babbling long after me and Jesse shut up. This was a girl dressed in a really old calico dress, but it looked brand new. She looked Spanish too, with lots of long black curls and brown eyes. Jesse's mouth was hanging open. "Stop drooling at her!" I hissed.
He didn't stop looking at her, and only said, "I can't drool at her, Susannah. That's my sister Inez Anna."
Inez? Then she was... Could this get any weirder?!?