The Death of Pat Bannon by Kirk Bailey

Author:Kirk Bailey [Bailey, Kirk]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2014-08-01T22:00:00+00:00

Come the morning, the sky was blue and the sun bright, and the grass looked well watered. Pat wandered down to the Heavenly hunger and found scrambled eggs, French toast, hot oatmeal with golden raisins, toast, and biscuits with sausage patties- and the usual coffee, tea, milk, and ice water, all in the usual buffet manner. She got a sausage biscuit and some eggs, a big mug of ‘breakfast roast’, and wandered over to sit and munch. Half way through, Wendy wandered in and got eggs and toast and tea, and wandered over to her friend. “HI, room for one more?”

Pat swallowed and replied “Sure, plop down. So it’s getting pretty full, I wonder if they will lock the front door.”

“Um, I think they did, there’s no crowd coming out this morning, I was going to conduct a couple to breakfast.”

Pat got a serious look for once and said “Oh boy. OK, it’s serious, we need help.”

“What’s going on? Do you know someone to ask?”

“Wride; af foon af I finesh dis I’m boing ober der en afking queftoms.”

“Fer GAWHDS sake woman, SWALLOW before talking!”

*GULP* “As soon as I finish, I’m going over and asking questions. So about that lady you helped...”

“Oh. Very old, Spain, went to bed, woke up here. Bottom line, she died in her sleep of natural causes. She speaks Spanish and a bit of French, and a smidgen of English, but she was pretty dazed in the class. She was a ticket clerk in the national railroad, then sold lottery tickets for the Spanish national lotto EL GORDO in a store for spare change once she retired. She wants to know where the chapel is, and can she talk to a priest.”

Pat shook her head and said “OH boy. Not my circus, not my monkeys, try 999. SO, what’s your morning like?”

“Session with my mentor, get to know her, afternoon is a class on basic metaphysics. What that’s going to be like has me going nuts wondering.”

Pat smiled at this description and replied “I’ve got one on meditation, then a session with my skull farmer preparing me to go for the big first remember.”

“WOW. You up to it?”

“His call. So check back this evening, you know where I hide myself.”

“Pat... you feel different, a lot more peaceful, a lot... deeper maybe. Changed.”

“You always were a sensitive; um, there’s some of that going on. Hold on a moment...” *CHOMP* chew-chew-chew *GULP* “Ah, the last of the sausage biscuit, delicious. So can you handle me growing, changing, exploring?”

“Sure, I’m glad to see it, even if it does weird me out a tiny bit.”

“Heh, not as much as living through some of this shit. You’ll see.”

“Oh yikes, now I want to go running into the darkness screaming...”

“Oh foo, you’re as fascinated as I am.”

“Well, yes.”

“Gal pal, I have to go get nosey, you be good, gossip tonight at six?”

“Got it. Later Gator.” And Pat took her tray to the basket and tray stand, dumped and placed, and out the door to the commons, and the door to the welcoming classrooms.

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