Path of the Jaguar by Vickie Britton, Loretta Jackson Page A
Authors: Vickie Britton, Loretta Jackson
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greatest reality is what we don't see with our eyes. What is this latest message?"
Neysa's broad face grew darker. "It came to me early this morning."
"Go ahead. Tell them," Sid spoke. "All day it's been so clear." She stopped, then reluctantly went on. "Someone is going to lose a great love!"
Despite her skepticism, Lennea's thoughts worriedly leaped to Wesley. She glanced around at the others. Joseph, Sid, Frank, and Lucas took Neysa's words so seriously, apparently in each mind flashed an image of someone special. Lucas responded with an oppressive sadness, Frank with genuine fear, Sid with a nervous laugh. Joseph was watching her.
Ridiculous! Everyone believed Neysa, as if she were reciting facts from a text book.
"Concentrate, Mother. See if you can find out more!"
Neysa closed her eyes tightly. Lennea could hear the Mayan woman's steady, calm breathing in the deep silence that filled the room. She seemed relaxed, as if she were on the verge of drifting off into peaceful sleep. Then suddenly, she started. "Oh, no!" Her eyes, now brilliant and fearful, fluttered open.
"What is it, Mother?"
Neysa, looking from Sid to Lucas, pleaded, "Don't let me ruin this nice evening. My visions don't always come true."
"What else did you see?" Lennea was alarmed by Frank's brusque tone, surprised that Frank was allowing these people to see the belligerent side of him no doubt unknown to them.
"I saw something," Neysa said, a slight trembling to her voice, "something that looked like blood."
Lennea's heart sank. Again concern for Wesley's safety flooded her. Why hadn't Wesley been able to join them tonight?"
"Blood!" Sid's hand returned to his forehead and he groaned. "There goes my appetite!"
Lucas patted Neysa's hand, limp on the arm of her chair. "Let's not talk about this anymore," he said.
Neysa looked weak, drained, very ill. "I'm so sorry! Here I've frightened everyone. And with us all so worried about Delores!"
"I'm getting a message, too," said Joseph. "But of a different kind. What is that strange smell?"
"On, no! The pies!" Lennea raced into the kitchen, but it was too late. The smell of burning pastry hung like a thick, black cloud over the room.
•
"What a wonderful meal!"
"I'll second that!" remarked Sid, as his father passed him the platter of baked fish. He turned to Frank, a merry twinkle in his eyes. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Paco. I'm still a bachelor because I can't find Goldie's twin!"
Goldie beamed, and so did Frank. Frank pointed his fork at Sid, and replied, "You'll never find another one like her. So give up and enjoy her cooking!"
"My plan, exactly!" Sid said, digging his fork into the zucchini casserole.
Joseph had not needed Goldie's prompting to seat himself close to Lennea. She tried not to be aware of him, the brush of his hand that caused stirrings throughout her body. She listened intently to the conversation hoping it would blot out Joseph's nearness and the anxiety caused by Neysa's predictions. "Hern is really expecting Tikom to be his launch to the future."
"What do you think he'll find?"
"Nothing that will please him," Joseph answered Lucas. "But I do think he'll uncover relics worth all the trouble."
"It's exciting, isn't it? Being the Doctor's close friends." Goldie's awestruck voice brought attention Wesley's vacant chair, caused Lennea to consign upon Wesley's absence a harsh and unusual censure.
"What's exciting is whatever's out there under layers and layers of dirt. Just waiting for us!"
Lennea heard herself countering Joseph. "Dr. Hern's new book is what I find exciting."
Sid agreed. "Without Dr. Hern's interpretations, I'm afraid the whole thing wouldn't mean much to me."
"The Maya's do not need interpretation, only illumination. Speaking of illumination, the first Sound and Light Show of the season will be Tuesday."
"You'll love it, Lennea!" Goldie burst out. "It's just fantastic, the way the serpent shows up on the pyramid! Oh,
Frank, I want to
Neysa's broad face grew darker. "It came to me early this morning."
"Go ahead. Tell them," Sid spoke. "All day it's been so clear." She stopped, then reluctantly went on. "Someone is going to lose a great love!"
Despite her skepticism, Lennea's thoughts worriedly leaped to Wesley. She glanced around at the others. Joseph, Sid, Frank, and Lucas took Neysa's words so seriously, apparently in each mind flashed an image of someone special. Lucas responded with an oppressive sadness, Frank with genuine fear, Sid with a nervous laugh. Joseph was watching her.
Ridiculous! Everyone believed Neysa, as if she were reciting facts from a text book.
"Concentrate, Mother. See if you can find out more!"
Neysa closed her eyes tightly. Lennea could hear the Mayan woman's steady, calm breathing in the deep silence that filled the room. She seemed relaxed, as if she were on the verge of drifting off into peaceful sleep. Then suddenly, she started. "Oh, no!" Her eyes, now brilliant and fearful, fluttered open.
"What is it, Mother?"
Neysa, looking from Sid to Lucas, pleaded, "Don't let me ruin this nice evening. My visions don't always come true."
"What else did you see?" Lennea was alarmed by Frank's brusque tone, surprised that Frank was allowing these people to see the belligerent side of him no doubt unknown to them.
"I saw something," Neysa said, a slight trembling to her voice, "something that looked like blood."
Lennea's heart sank. Again concern for Wesley's safety flooded her. Why hadn't Wesley been able to join them tonight?"
"Blood!" Sid's hand returned to his forehead and he groaned. "There goes my appetite!"
Lucas patted Neysa's hand, limp on the arm of her chair. "Let's not talk about this anymore," he said.
Neysa looked weak, drained, very ill. "I'm so sorry! Here I've frightened everyone. And with us all so worried about Delores!"
"I'm getting a message, too," said Joseph. "But of a different kind. What is that strange smell?"
"On, no! The pies!" Lennea raced into the kitchen, but it was too late. The smell of burning pastry hung like a thick, black cloud over the room.
•
"What a wonderful meal!"
"I'll second that!" remarked Sid, as his father passed him the platter of baked fish. He turned to Frank, a merry twinkle in his eyes. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Paco. I'm still a bachelor because I can't find Goldie's twin!"
Goldie beamed, and so did Frank. Frank pointed his fork at Sid, and replied, "You'll never find another one like her. So give up and enjoy her cooking!"
"My plan, exactly!" Sid said, digging his fork into the zucchini casserole.
Joseph had not needed Goldie's prompting to seat himself close to Lennea. She tried not to be aware of him, the brush of his hand that caused stirrings throughout her body. She listened intently to the conversation hoping it would blot out Joseph's nearness and the anxiety caused by Neysa's predictions. "Hern is really expecting Tikom to be his launch to the future."
"What do you think he'll find?"
"Nothing that will please him," Joseph answered Lucas. "But I do think he'll uncover relics worth all the trouble."
"It's exciting, isn't it? Being the Doctor's close friends." Goldie's awestruck voice brought attention Wesley's vacant chair, caused Lennea to consign upon Wesley's absence a harsh and unusual censure.
"What's exciting is whatever's out there under layers and layers of dirt. Just waiting for us!"
Lennea heard herself countering Joseph. "Dr. Hern's new book is what I find exciting."
Sid agreed. "Without Dr. Hern's interpretations, I'm afraid the whole thing wouldn't mean much to me."
"The Maya's do not need interpretation, only illumination. Speaking of illumination, the first Sound and Light Show of the season will be Tuesday."
"You'll love it, Lennea!" Goldie burst out. "It's just fantastic, the way the serpent shows up on the pyramid! Oh,
Frank, I want to
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