Wednesday, August 23, 2006Rosary
I couldn’t sleep even though it was past midnight. By this time, Lestat would have bolted his door. In case I blundered in and accidentally disturbed him. I knocked.
The light still on. Louis had told me what beads were on a string, rosary. His was worn down. Catholics pray on the Mysteries of Christ. Do you want to know more?
“Stat’s got a cabinet full, wanna see?” he’said, keeping his into a pouch.
Something dropped. Lestat grumbled, Then ran to the door, pulling it open. “ Aah, what is it?”
“It is not convenient for me?”I whispered.
“No no. come come, silly gal,” Lestat said quickly. “Sit at my bed.”All his things had tumbled on the floor. Pages and pages. Not his writing, published pages. I sat and watched my friend pick them up, looking, then picking again.
He was happy to show me his collection. “Cherie, my love. Lalalalala,”he sang. He opened the cabinet, took out some white containers. Pouches, purses and shapes.
“Wow!” I took out a purely shiny one from germany.
“I got this from a lady. I donated any amount and it’s some kinda souvenir,” He explained. Was it okay to touch it? I did not want to.
“No problem. Touch them. Nothing will happen. It is with blessings,” they urged me. Lestat covered my hands up. He demonstrated how to do a sequence. “Holy Water from Jerusalem. We are sinners. Somehow it feels good to be touched by Holy water.”
I saw Stat praying. He must have concentrated very hard, for the perspiration was intense. He didn’t react when I touched his hair at the back of his neck, a reaction he’d normally poke me back. But he did not.
Ring kinds of rosaries. Rotate along your finger. Some baby soft ones. He’d labeled them: specially for children, babies. I liked the feel of them. “Puppy , which do you use more?”
“This one.” A plain white one. I felt the often usage of the beads.
The blond had such soft lashes in his eyes. He smiled. “Want to be pure. I hope I can attain salvation. No not the same as enlightenment. (They conversed in francaise for a while)
Louis looked forlorn at the moment and sat back, crossing his legs. He thought, when will we get our chance? Are we going to hell for the murders we’ve committed.
“God listens to all of us. I believeHe does to sinners. And I hope my prayers reach him.”
I felt a blue rosary, noting the color of it against his eyes. Shiny and soft. “If you pray like that all the time, I am sure you will be okay.” Stat lay down on his tummy and turned his head sideways to observe me. His curls tumbled over one eye.
“Yea…. Which do you like? But this is not to force you to convert all right? Don’t be mistaken,” he said worriedly, I meant more worriedly than anyone else.
“It’s alright. I don’t think so. Or you’d go all fanatic. There was this girl at the mall, she scared me! She talked and talked about those touched by Jesus, made a big deal out of it. In my face kind! I was freaked out.”
They nodded quietly. Louis said people should not behave like this. I showed them some of the leaflets.
“Makes Christians have a bad name,”Brat remarked.
I liked one which was St Patrick’s rosary very dark green. Lestat flicked away some bloodtears. He was thankful for my sweet consoling words. “Hey don’t. it’s embarrassing.”
“I am,”he sniffled. “Like this. Accept it.”
I squeezed him around the shoulders for a bit. He laughed shakily. Not all lamia or made are Christians, like us they could be pagan, atheist or no religion. Usually they find a religion to have something to hold fast to.
“GREAT people! Lestaaaat,” I announced when I entered the house another hot night. the wind was really stuffy. No one answered. I looked at my watch. 6pm. Maybe the weaker vamp was not up yet. I sniffed.
“Over here! Kitchen,” his voice rang out, sounding preoccupied. Lestat was hopping on one leg and flipped fragrant eggs on the platter. He was more frazzled than ever. He I laughed. “Don’t laff at me! Lassie, bon appetit. Smellit!” I giggled some much I almost fell over.
He turned off the burner. Wiped his hands on a clean cloth. Immense hygiene! Surprise. I tucked into the 2 or more eggs. Delicious. He had made some soup as well.
“Woooow, why the sudden urge to become a cook man?” I mused, tasting them. The newbie chef looked anxious.
“Not too bad eh? Thought you might wanna have a meal when you come back. Woke up early today.” I finished the rice, more chicken in tomato sauce, broccoli, mayonnaise, creamy mushroom potato broth. “Actually the soup is the canned one. But the rest I made myself,”Stat informed me.
I hugged him. Genuinely one of a kind! Louis was shocked outta his wits when he saw the food. “Well, well well.”