“Okay, Sheeba,” Olya interrupted. Wearing a rye smile, she continued, “Besides there’s more important things to talk about than dung anyway. “Olya’s smile turned from rye to myschievous.
Giving an inquisitive looked, Sheeba put her hands on her hips and said, “No secrets, Olya. You got something on your mind, and I want to know what it is.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Mother may not like me telling you.”
“She’ll never know. I would never tattle on you, so please, tell me.”
Olya sprung out in glee at her sister’s groveling. In usual cases, it was Olya pleading with Sheeba. She welcomed the change.
Not able to stand her sister’s pleading any longer, she said, “Mother gave me some exciting news today. We’re going to the catacombs, Sheeba. Do you remember father’s tales of the Lifeforce?”
“Yes, but they’re just stories, aren’t they?”
“I don’t think so. Sometimes, I feel this great energy come over me. Do you think it could be the spirits?”
“I don’t know. It all sounds kind of spooky.”
“Not if they’re good spirits. Father says they’re everywhere, in the air we breathe, even in the animals at that certain time of the year right before their babies come. Why not people?”
“Alright, it makes sense, but it’s still spooky.”
“That’s more like it. I know the concept can be a little frightening, but some things aren’t always easily explained.”
“Okay, Miss Philosopher, but it doesn’t make it any less creepy. I guess I’m lucky to have such a knowledgeable sister.”
“Your gratitude is noted.”
The next morning, a celebration had ensued for Olya’s anniversary. It was a small party consisting of her own family and their neighbors Stumont and T’marra and their children. Olya didn’t so much care about the lovely tokens as she did the remembrance they paid to her existence.
The band had agreed to travel to the catacombs together. Collectiveness was one of the main teachings of the Lifeforce. No one could stand alone. Strength came in numbers.
To Be Continued...