(Iglesia is a serialized novel, published on Tuesdays and Saturdays at midnight ET, you can read all of the episodes by clicking on the tag.)
Previous episode and previous pertinent episode (won’t be needing that again for awhile!
Rogers appeared startled by the sudden outburst after so much silence, he answered a bit louder than usual, his voice carrying in the twilight air. “I’m afraid I must impose upon your patience, and request that you wait for just a wee bit longer…”
“NO! Talk.” Abe exploded out of his seat and began to pace in circles around the fire pit. “NOW! I have put up with all of this, the endless walking,” he was getting warmed up, “all of these different places we have been through, desert and forest and…underwater…and,” gulp, “walking down that road and seeing ……and the giant cats and fucking being shot in the fucking head and waking up inside a fucking tree and…all of it. Like a good soldier I have just followed behind you and, and now I can finally think again and, and, NOW, Rogers, you insufferable ass, you….
Pause. “….you will….” A sudden revelation pops into his head with as much force as the bullet had. “Wait, wait, wait….wait! You said she was married, you bastard…..you know who she is…..”
Fists clenched, blood pressure turning his face red, barely controlling his rage he stalked slowly towards Rogers on stiff legs, intending violence most intently…..his voice came out as a gruff low moan this time. “You know who she is…” From eight feet away he pounced, flying through the air to grab and strangle the answer out of Rogers….who, by the time Abe had picked himself up out of the cedar loam, was sitting on a log by the fire sipping tea. And then the log opposite that one, after Abe sprang again.
“Though I have no doubt you will not believe me for a instant, please allow me to state that you have my deepest heartfelt sympathies, young Abraham. I understand how traumatic this entire experience must have been for you…..I can assure you that if you can manage to wait for just a wee bit….” Abe, sprawled in the dirt, ….moans. “longer all of your questions will begin, at least, to be answered. We are very very close to the moment…” Rogers head cocked to the side….”you have bee waiting for. And, may I suggest that you would very much like to assume a more…dignified… posture posthaste if you wish to avoid a rather severe embarrassment….” Though it is rarely uttered sincerely and extemporaneously, the word, if it is indeed a word ‘aaaargh’ tore itself from Abe’s mouth, and gut. But he did manage to at least sit up in the dirt, instead of laying sprawled in it on his belly. With a deep sigh, he began to compose himself….but it was fated, for the time being at least, to be a unfinished melody….
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When she heard the unmistakable sound of Rogers smarmy Indian accent from the grove ahead….while walking three feet behind his silent form…Iglesia pushed past him on the game trail. When she distinctly hear the words, “Rogers, you insufferable ass,” she broke into a trot towards the grove….her catlike curiosity was roused and this was something she simply had to investigate…
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….for how could he possibly compose himself any further when as he sat despondent in the dirt, covered in cedar dust, tearlets of rage and frustration in the corners of his eyes threatening to swell and fall at the thought his inexplicable recent journey ….and of her beauty, lost to him now he supposed….until he looked up and…
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….Iglesia brushed through the last of the trees and burst into the clearing and pulled up short, taking in the scene of Rogers sipping tea on a log and, there, sitting in the dirt like a child……she stared and then two words escaped her lips…
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…there she was….and all he could say was….
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At the instant their eyes met, their voices joined in perfect harmony from across the clearing and met in the middle, with a timing that only synchronicity of the highest order can ever bring…
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“It’s you!”
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