scene, then some of the scene, then only the part where Buck was struck in the head and fell to the ground. The terror ebbed as the morning wore on, but the sadness remained. She could recall some men being there. She knew there had been more than one, but she wasn’t sure how many. She knew that they had done something terrible to Buck. She couldn’t remember what they had done, but it made her sad... very, very sad. Then she couldn’t remember why she felt that way.
Every few minutes a realization drifted into her mind like smoke in the woods. “They killed him,” she said. Then the smoke blew away, carried off by the sudden gusts roaming the dark forests of her consciousness.
Chapter 11
Sunny Finds a Recipe
After Sunny watched the how-to video on YouTube for a third time, she thought she could give it a shot.
She’d read an article in the latest issue of the newsletter, The New Gaian, entitled “An Earth Recipe for Health.” The article examined the spiritual and physical healing powers of Vidalia onions, as well as those of the Korean fermented cabbage concoction known as kimchi . The article, written by someone who called him- (or her) self Uranus Aphrodite, extolled the miraculous curative and prophylactic powers of the Vidalia onion as a stand-alone snack. According to Uranus, the Georgia onion would not only prevent or cure arthritis, shingles, migraine headaches, bowel disorders, and genital herpes, but would also ward off most known evil spirits. In addition, the onion was very high in vitamin C and potassium. Uranus also wrote about the history and medicinal attributes of kimchi. The article’s conclusion stated that the Vidalia onion, when used as an ingredient in the making of the Korean side-dish, would add a synergistic healing effect for a good number of normal and paranormal adverse conditions.
Sunny, in the midst of a head cold and a bout with winter depression, decided that this was exactly what she needed. She made a trip to an Asian food market in Tulsa to gather all the ingredients to make kimchi —the cabbage, the large Korean radish, the garlic, ginger, sea salt, the ground red pepper, the leeks, the Korean fish sauce, the oysters, the large plastic container to mix it in, the rubber gloves, the goggles... and, of course, two big Vidalia onions. She spread all of the items out on the kitchen table where they awaited her assault at the conclusion of watching the how-to video.
Besides her cold, the other part of Sunny’s motivation to make this kimchi had been Gale (a.k.a. Punch, but she refused to call him that)... and her depression, which always seemed somehow intertwined. She, for the life of her, couldn’t understand what it was about that man that drew her to him. She’d almost convinced herself that it had to be some evil spiritual influence.
While she went about the slicing and dicing of the vegetables, she thought about her relationship with Gale. It’d been almost three years since their first accidental encounter out by the lake. At that time, she had an immediate dislike for the man. She considered him uncouth and obtuse then. Her opinion hadn’t changed much since. He hunted, fished, drank beer, dipped snuff, and only bathed and shaved once every two or three days. He would go two months or more without getting a haircut. Politically they were poles apart. Sunny considered herself an enlightened social progressive, and she considered Gale a Nazi. He would disagree vehemently whenever she called him that; which, of course, she felt proved her point. As for his spirituality, well, there were tree stumps with more spiritual energy, unless you wanted to count NASCAR and football as religious followings, which he did.
He somehow still connected himself to that Jo Lynn woman, his two-time ex-wife. Sunny didn’t understand that relationship at all. Oh, from her own perspective, she understood why the woman had let the lout stay around. There was that mysterious
Every few minutes a realization drifted into her mind like smoke in the woods. “They killed him,” she said. Then the smoke blew away, carried off by the sudden gusts roaming the dark forests of her consciousness.
Chapter 11
Sunny Finds a Recipe
After Sunny watched the how-to video on YouTube for a third time, she thought she could give it a shot.
She’d read an article in the latest issue of the newsletter, The New Gaian, entitled “An Earth Recipe for Health.” The article examined the spiritual and physical healing powers of Vidalia onions, as well as those of the Korean fermented cabbage concoction known as kimchi . The article, written by someone who called him- (or her) self Uranus Aphrodite, extolled the miraculous curative and prophylactic powers of the Vidalia onion as a stand-alone snack. According to Uranus, the Georgia onion would not only prevent or cure arthritis, shingles, migraine headaches, bowel disorders, and genital herpes, but would also ward off most known evil spirits. In addition, the onion was very high in vitamin C and potassium. Uranus also wrote about the history and medicinal attributes of kimchi. The article’s conclusion stated that the Vidalia onion, when used as an ingredient in the making of the Korean side-dish, would add a synergistic healing effect for a good number of normal and paranormal adverse conditions.
Sunny, in the midst of a head cold and a bout with winter depression, decided that this was exactly what she needed. She made a trip to an Asian food market in Tulsa to gather all the ingredients to make kimchi —the cabbage, the large Korean radish, the garlic, ginger, sea salt, the ground red pepper, the leeks, the Korean fish sauce, the oysters, the large plastic container to mix it in, the rubber gloves, the goggles... and, of course, two big Vidalia onions. She spread all of the items out on the kitchen table where they awaited her assault at the conclusion of watching the how-to video.
Besides her cold, the other part of Sunny’s motivation to make this kimchi had been Gale (a.k.a. Punch, but she refused to call him that)... and her depression, which always seemed somehow intertwined. She, for the life of her, couldn’t understand what it was about that man that drew her to him. She’d almost convinced herself that it had to be some evil spiritual influence.
While she went about the slicing and dicing of the vegetables, she thought about her relationship with Gale. It’d been almost three years since their first accidental encounter out by the lake. At that time, she had an immediate dislike for the man. She considered him uncouth and obtuse then. Her opinion hadn’t changed much since. He hunted, fished, drank beer, dipped snuff, and only bathed and shaved once every two or three days. He would go two months or more without getting a haircut. Politically they were poles apart. Sunny considered herself an enlightened social progressive, and she considered Gale a Nazi. He would disagree vehemently whenever she called him that; which, of course, she felt proved her point. As for his spirituality, well, there were tree stumps with more spiritual energy, unless you wanted to count NASCAR and football as religious followings, which he did.
He somehow still connected himself to that Jo Lynn woman, his two-time ex-wife. Sunny didn’t understand that relationship at all. Oh, from her own perspective, she understood why the woman had let the lout stay around. There was that mysterious
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