kulanah

"you ain't got the stones to kill me , dizzy wench ." as if seized by a strange inner force , brayan suddenly heard himself taunting her . finding his challenge irresistible , kulanah still grinning , immediately feinted a move for the knife to distract loabe , but instead kicked at him in his groin .

brayan , sensing the attack , flipped backwards into somersault , avoiding her kick , landing lightly on his feet . she spun forward in a circle , throwing wheel kicks at him , first spinning left and then right .

loabe , escaping her feet , dropped to the floor and in mimicry of her attacks swept low circles at her , right and then left , trying to take her legs out from under her . kulanah pulled each extended foot back from loabe's sweeps , one at a time , balancing in turn on one leg and then the other , moving like a stork in water .

as he rose from the floor , her long arms arced outwards towards him like a great winged bird as she swung her upper limbs at him like whips , striking at him with the bony parts of her forearms where wrist joins hand , fingers turned down .

brayan ducked beneath the whips , bending from the beltline and weaving to his right . he used his momentum to reach lower , scooping up her lead leg in his arms , throwing her backwards .

extending her arms overhead and behind her , she braced her hands on the floor and kicked loabe in his chest with her free leg.

the force of her kick sent him reeling backwards , smacking him into the wall . she raced into the kitchen area and grabbed the knife and cutting board . loabe was out of the door before the cutting board she threw at him like a wooden frisbee , crashed into the wall , embedding itself exactly where he had stood only a moment before .

kulanah rushed out after him , knife blade gleaming in sunlight . her long sinewy legs carried her forward at blazing speed . in a sprint she felt that she held the advantage , but she knew that the distances belonged to loabe .

she raced after him as fast as her legs could carry , trying to close the gap before he got too far ahead . reveling in her strength , it was her turn to again taunt loabe , " run , you pussy...look at the 'great warrior' run like a little girl !"

the thin cotton cloth around her waist--the only thing she wore-- flew like a flag in the wind and her large breasts leaped up and down as she chased him along the grassy path , towards the woods near the stream . she knew that once he reached the woods there would be no hope of finding him . when in his element , he was too good at blending in .

as they neared the maple groves about a quarter mile from her lodge , she saw her chance for victory slipping away . sprinting that distance full out had taken a significant edge off her energy reserves . the longer they ran , the more the advantage slipped away from her . for an american blackman , loabe's ability at running sprints was less than average . it was at distances that he excelled .

as her taunts ceased , he could hear her breathing grow more labored , yet her pace did not decrease and she showed no other signs of fatigue . only a few feet more and the thicker parts of the woods would arrive . loabe was already planning how he would carry out his ambush when the knife "wooshed" past his head and buried itself into tree bark .

as he immediately changed directions , she gritted her teeth and her legs exploded towards the tree . now the race was for the knife .

reaching the target before her , he snatched the blade from its nest . she flung herself through the air crashing into him like a line backer as they both fell to the ground struggling for the knife . she slipped her hands into figure four position trying to use leverage to disarm him , but it was her teeth on the flesh of his hand that made him let go .

holding on to her , he rolled in the opposite direction before she could grab the knife , using his momentum to pull her away from the disembodied weapon . in frustration she growled , showing her teeth like an animal . she head butted him across his nose , sending blood trickling down his face .

as a follow up she slipped her hips towards his shoulders , shooting one of her legs across his neck and chest but her other leg missed and ended under his shoulders and upper back instead of at his neck .

still , she locked her ankles together , braced against the side of his neck as she grabbed his wrist and leaned her upper body weight backwards . her weight, straightening his trapped and overextended elbow in a grappler's partial head scissors and arm lock .

breathing heavily through closed teeth , she once again taunted , "you are not worthy of this mission . and you'll never be worthy of impregnating someone like me ."

he kept his dropped chin pressed tightly to his chest to protect his neck . he braced his weight on the elbow of his free arm . turning his body to relieve pressure on the captured elbow , he grabbed the toes of her top foot and bending them backwards , using all his strength , pried her feet loose.

drawing his legs up towards his chest he used his free arm and legs in concert to trap her upper leg and then using his shoulder blade , pinned the shin of her lower leg to the ground while pulling upwards on her foot in a makeshift submission hold , hyperextending and placing tremendous pressure on the joint of her ankle .

his own arm was still trapped as she attempted to overextend his elbow , but her leverage was now greatly reduced by him having pried her feet apart .

she immediately shifted the joint lock by rotating his wrist to its maximum turning point , twisting his hand so that his thumb pointed away from him , pressing downward , placing great pressure on the radioulnar joint of his forearm .



"you will not defeat me !" she screamed through teeth clenched against her own pain .

"you wrestle even worse than you give head " loabe retorted .

"you'll never get anymore you limp bastard... i'll feed your eyes to my cats "

"what a touching moment...catch you two sharing quality time ?" the sumanguru's interrupting voice , rasped against the wind .

instantly , brayan and kulanah stopped struggling against each other , and leaped to their feet .

until today , until she went to the knife , their own battles had normally been a type of wild foreplay between them , a very rough game between highly competitive sexual partners and forced allies who needed each other , but often did not necessarily like each other .

with them it was more of a love / hate relationship . most times he loved irritating her , more often than not , she truly hated him . circumstances had made them more than strange bedfellows , she had been entrusted with sole responsibility for a crucial portion of his mystic training .

that she thought him an almost complete idiot and clown meant nothing to the grandmasters . in their wisdom and knowledge of human beings , they must have sensed that the chemistry and natural antagonism between them would fuel each other on to even greater heights than either could achieve alone .

feeling herself , through bloodline and her accomplishments , to be more worthy than he to be selected for the epic mission that was literally dropped into the lap of a reluctant loabe , she could not help but attempt to show up his inadequacies at every turn .

having to train loabe in her own areas of expertise was to her , an insult , but deep inside she knew her enormous competitive ego was perhaps her own worst enemy .

sumanguru was different . he loved no one , refused to care for anyone and held a special disdain that included himself and every living thing .

hate and envy were his emotional core . he hated existence itself . he hated that his many failed lives on the earths had doomed him to untold rebirths in half animal / half human status .
although he knew that all he need do to end his suffering , was make amends for previous wrongs and honestly pledge to sin no more --he could not . it was a thing his ego would not permit .

he hated that "lesser beings" were accorded equal regard and consideration as him . he hated that he was punished for his countless transgressions . he hated that he was required to atone for his crimes against himself . he hated that he was trapped for eternities within a prison of his own making .

he hated that he knew that his status could not change until he changed . he hated that his hatred was too powerful to permit him to change . he hated that his own ego was his ultimate punisher.

he hated anyone and anything that reminded him of his self imposed captivity .

he hated loabe and the 'stupidity' of his mission . he hated kulanah because of her envy for loabe when she obviously should have been instead , envious of him .

he hated anything that reminded him of the failures of his own weakness including ultimately , himself . and everything he hated , he knew that it was his mission to destroy .

kulanah the seer-woman priestess

"idiot , you keep asking the wrong questions" , kulanah the young seer-woman --the beautiful mystic priestess , replied to brayan as a disappointedly weary sigh filled her throat , and heaved her naked breasts up and down.

" the universe often is other than linear . you think too much like a european . too much caucasian in your brain .

the identity principle of logic and mutually exclusive opposites doesn't always work in this realm . even the scientific method is applied differently here . it's not point 'a' , OR point 'b ' , but in this case a continuum moving towards point 'a' AND point 'b' , as well as point 'c' and d and efg and xyz "

"it can be all and any , none and either ." she went on . " it's not a dichotomy of black or white , left or right , up or down . it's not a matter of free will vrs destiny . in your case every path you choose will lead you eventually to where you need to go . some paths just wind roundabout a little , or a lot more than others ."

" other paths are more direct and less meandering , but with diligence , all of them will get you there--if you live long enough , that is ...but we don't have time for that .

what we need is a more accelerated and direct route because there isn't as much time as the meandering routes require . we must enlighten you as quickly as possible because you have too many enemies out to destroy you and through destroying you , destroy us all . "

she paused a moment , eyeing almost affectionately , the decorated handle of the serrated knife near the kitchen area's cutting board .

"of course i could speed things up by releasing your spirit and casting it back through the spirit-worlds and into its next incarnations . it's a sure thing --as sure a thing as we can count upon , but there may not even be time enough for that ..."

her voice trailed off as if a professional gambler too lost in contemplating the odds of successful outcomes to speak .

"what do you mean 'releasing' my spirit? " brayan couldn't help asking after a while .

"she tilted her head back , stretched out her legs and arms to their full length . at almost 6 feet 4 inches she was 3 inches taller than him . her feet were larger than his , her thighs , smooth , thick and hairless .

her mostly naked hips -- wrapped only in symmetrical arcs of egyptian thin , white , cotton cloth -- rebelled outwards from the narrowness of her waist .

her neck , arms and fingers --long , slender , and graceful -- appeared to him at times to be those of a delicate , almost angelic being , resembling to his naive eye an untamed ebony swan .

as if magnetized by her beauty , he could never pull his glance away from her .

her skin--delightful blends of deep chocolate hues and as smooth as any porcelain .

her teeth--two matching rows of even --though slightly dulled --eggshell white in contrast to the vividly alive reddish--pinkness bursting forth from the insides of her mouth and her tongue.

" chocolate and strawberries and twice as sweet " , he thought , admiringly of her .

he felt once again , beginning from within the depths of his chest and spreading its way downward , a deep stirring for the intense pleasures that her body , to him , had often given .

the fierce predatory look in the eyes protruding from the lion's skin and head --a trophy hung upon the mahogany walls of her one-roomed "hunting lodge" reminded him of her .

whether intentional or not , she all at the same time , enchanted , repulsed , and intimidated him .

"release you spirit and send it home" , she answered dryly , spreading her thighs slightly , giving his little boy's eyes greater access to the now unhidden junction of her legs and abdomen . her own eyes sizing him up --monitoring his expression closely --through her only half opened lids.

"you mean sexually releasing my spirit ?" asked loabe unable to conceal his eagerness aroused from glancing between her exposed thighs --anticipating another lesson from his dakini --this priestess-teacher of ancient technologies-- magical alchemy through prolonged and focused lovemaking .

"no , more than that . " she began .

"this morning , before you arrived , i sensed that my ovulation took place . if everything else and the stars were right , it would mean joining sexually with you , coupling with you all day until i was sure that every possible bit of your ejaculate was within me and when spirit told me that i had conceived --i would take that knife " , she motioned with her head towards the kitchen area's cutting board , " and stab it deeply and repeatedly into your chest ."

"and then " , she continued as loabe stood in silence , " before your spirit had left your dead body , remove your heart , your kidneys , testicles and penis , and once they were thinly sliced and properly sauteed in garlic , honey , and onions , make a delicious meal of them -- a succulent dinner to feast upon --to nourish YOU --the unborn man growing in my womb ."

like a good card player brayan pretended to be unperturbed at her remarks , "i knew that you were just kidding when you said that ", he laughed after pausing a moment to scrape up enough saliva to allow him to speak his reply .

" i knew that you would feebly try to reassure yourself by saying that you knew that i was just kidding when i said that ," she answered seductively grinning , while fixedly eyeing him with the glare of a hungry lioness .

brayan vrs sumanguru II

he glared at his hands with intense focus of chi energy as he had been instructed to do . this was the old senoi technique he had been trained in for gaining control of these types of situation .

now it was a matter of stretching his wings --catching the breeze and riding the wave as far as it would take him .

to where --he could not yet know .

brayan walked through the room's portal , his eyes quickly merged into the warm , almost lush green and cranberry hues filtering through the room's lighting . the slight tinkling of glass and silverware could be heard along with divergent strands of pleasant conversations and the occasional light tickles of laughter bubbled into the air . the hint of an intimate , but humorous ambiance penetrated the experience .

brayan smirked as one of the waiters , an oddly familiar looking , tall , but slouched man with languid eyes , sad wrinkled expression and large protruding ears , removed the cork from a rare boujoulais and before pouring , graciously presented it for inspection to the impeccably dressed rabbit seated next to the spitting image of marilyn monroe .

Sir rabbit sniffed at the cork , and with eyelids drifting low , nodded his approval in as blase a bourgeois manner as someone named "buggs" could , with a straight face , muster .

suddenly popping the cork into his mouth , the rabbit loudly crunched it up and swallowed it down . the look on his face , like that of having savored a fresh carrot delicacy .

the waiter , whom brayan now recognized as lyndon baines johnson --36th president of the Us , smiled approvingly at the rabbit . then he turned and from the height of his vantage point , absorbing in one eyeful , the excessively ample cleavage almost bursting from the confines of her low cut gown , winked seductively at marilyn as he filled her glass with wine .

beneath the table , sir buggs slid his gray furry hand up the slit in marilyn's gown , caressing the inner side of her smooth thighs . while she , ignoring them both , gazed hungrily at brayan and in a breathless , exaggeration of deep southern belle's accent , whispered , "i jes luv you darkies ."

two tables away was a cigar puffing jack kennedy sitting between a pouty lipped molly ringwald and another redhead starlet resembling rita hayworth .

napoleon bonaparte and julius caesar sat down at jack's table , with bonaparte eyeing rita , while julius' eyes , as if unable to decide , danced eagerly , to and fro , between molly and jack .

as brayan was led to his table , he could easily over hear bonaparte brag to kennedy , " like you and caesar , i too was assassinated by my enemies --the english slowly poisoned me with arsenic while they held me in exile .

"yes , but i was betrayed by one of my dearest , closest friends and then stabbed to death by a mob , reminded caesar .

"well , why do you think lyndon's waiting tables here ? replied kennedy's boston staccato , nodding with a self-satisfied grin towards the tall , slouched faced waiter .

" we have reserved a special table for you , sir . just this way--follow me , sir " , brayan's waiter , short and stocky , explained as they walked past the studied glances of molly and rita .

"hail caesar " , the waiter blandly announced from habit , as an unforgiving julius immediately turned his head away , with a patrician sneer , once again ignoring the presence of his old 'friend' .

"sic semper tyrannus" , brayan heard the waiter mumble .

they walked further , past the table where sigmund freud , cigar hanging from ill-fitting dentures , sat with cups of after-dinner coffee , cognac and lines of cocaine , probing the childhood memories of lee harvey oswald , "vhen did you first notice that you felt like a ' potsy ' , lee ?"

the waiter curiously led brayan past table after table of dining patrons , until they reached the kitchen . as they walked through the swinging doors , the texture of the floor's linoleum turned greasy and the presence of stoves and ovens made it feel noticeably hotter .

as they trekked all the way to the kitchen 's end , brayan spied a pale dark haired dishwasher with a comical mustache , agitatedly marching back and forth , grumbling in german , gesturing vehemently and spitting into huge pots of soups simmering on a back stove . "Die windet Schläge ab Abendland zu Ost und ICH Wille erdrücken Sie alle. ICH Wille erdrücken Sie alle!"

three men in busboy uniforms that brayan instantly recognized as george w. bush , his father george hw bush and grandfather prescott bush stood nearby , eagerly taking turns at playing yes-men to the chaplin-esque figure .

" ja , mein Leiter." answered dubya

"nur bloss erst Sie können Befehl uns. Sie wart geboren zu Vorschrift " replied hw

"ihrer Schicksal und die Welt bist man. " added prescott


brayan turned to his waiter leading the way and asked ," what was that all about?"

'dolphie was entertaining his court again , answered the waiter , "he's like that all the time "

"what were they saying ?" brayan asked .

"of course my german's not as good as my latin , but i think he said , 'the wind blows from west to east ., and i will crush them all .' "

"and to that , dubya said his usual , 'yes , my leader' . "

"then afterwards , poppy said something like 'only you can command us. you were born to rule .' "

"and finally prescott said , 'your destiny and the world's are one. ' "

brayan and even the waiter , were both forced to shake their heads in incredulity and snicker at the scene of the ' regal ' dishwasher and his sycophant busboys .

when they reached a thick wooden door at the end of the kitchen , the waiter stopped and gesturing towards the portal , announced to brayan " your table is this way sir ."

nonchalantly , loabe tipped him a five dollar bill and walked through the doorway into the darkness of night.

no sooner than he did , the door slammed shut and the pitch black of late evening was instantaneously transformed into the bright sky of mid day / early afternoon .

sunlight beamed down hot --almost as if through the magnifying lens of a playful child .

as brayan's eyes took a moment to adjust to the daylight , they noticed to the right , near his feet , a bright glimmering object that recognition immediately told him was money .




as the coin's small silvery glint caught his eye , the rifle shot's impact ripped small chunks of brick from the building wall --precisely in line where brayan's head had been , only a split second before .

the dragunov's slug had slammed like a meteor into decrepit red brick -- in the alley way --just as brayan loabe began to quickly stoop , almost as gleefully as a child discovering a treasure , to pick up the dirt-smeared quarter from the littered ground , .

loabe reflexively leaped down , shoulder rolled out from his landing and took cover behind the restaurant dumpster . he was now directly across from where the small russian-made meteor had scattered red cinders and left its crater . the smell of rotting vegetables and the buzzing of flies were all that his now straining senses could detect .

his eyes tilted upwards and scanned back and forth across the line of windows and rooftops framed in an expanse of blue .

loabe's eyes were defocussed and seaching like the hunter for any telltale sign of movement in the brush from the hidden prey . but the prey this time , was brayan loabe , and the eyes guiding the dragunov sniper's rifle , the hunter.

"where'd it come from ? "
"window ?"
"maybe roof ?"
"am i covered here ? "
"can he hit me ? "
"can't see a damn thing from here !"

his mind raced faster than his eyes flicking back and forth scanning for any differences to stand out between scans that would indicate any motion and possible whereabouts of the shooter.

he slowed his breathing to calm himself and snatched the pistol from the snugness of its holster . "breathing relaxed -- effortless . heartbeat calm -- regular ." his training , self-activated by stress began sending familiar waves of warmth and feelings of heaviness throughout arms , legs and abdomen .

his forehead , though moist with sweat , felt cool , almost cold as his autogenic training --for decades , a key component to the many successes of eastern european sports medicine , automatically activated itself . the training delivering a calm , ready , single-minded focus . "blood circulating fully , completely" , the voice programmed into his head told him .

he felt warm , heavy , almost sleepy , yet his mind was relaxed and alert , coiled like a sprinter ready to explode from the starting blocks .

his eyes , continuing their scanning , noticed something out of place -a roofing tile loosened and slightly out of alignment with the rest .

" shooter knock it loose climbing into position ?" he wondered .

As the feelings of heaviness and warmth melted over him and through him like a thick , warm liquid , hidden in the mixture of shadow and light , in a line almost directly above the loosened roofing shingle --he thought he saw what could be IT -- the muzzle of the dragunov . "is that it ?"

his eyes strained as he remained perfectly still yet focused , hoping the intensity of his chi would trigger some movement on the sniper's part -- reveal some clue to the shooter's location .

a sudden , powerful , but almost imperceptible flick of loabe's wrist flipped the quarter in his hand across the alleyway , bouncing it off the brick wall . it hit the wall with a loud "clinking" sound as loabe's eye's , still unglued from the place on the rooftop where he suspected the sniper to be , watched.

a slight move of the gun barrel in correspondence to the noise of the flung coin revealed the position of the assassin's nest . "sumnumabitch , i got you now !" loabe announced to himself .

as carefully as possible , he aimed at what he believed to be the rifle's muzzle itself and squeezed five quick rounds from the browning nine millimeter pistol .

following the roar of the browning , he instantly leaped to a crouch position and scurried across the alley to the back doorway of the restaurant .

in rapid succession , loabe fired nine more shots into the hinges of the dingy green door and pushed his way inside the restaurant kitchen as the unhinged door gave way beneath his weight and fell to the floor .


he loaded a full clip into the pistol as his eyes adjusted themselves to the dimmer light . still crouched low and avoiding windows , he made his way across the greasy linoleum , through the kitchen and into the empty dining area with its flowered , olive drab wallpaper .

loabe knew that more than likely , the sniper would have recovered by now from the surprise of loabe's diversionary attack and anticipating his exit from the restaurant's front door , would probably have the rifle trained there , waiting to cut him down .

retracing his steps from the kitchen , he examined the shared wall connecting the restaurant to its neighboring building . the thump from his fist revealed the wall to be hollow . " builder tried to save money on the drywall in the kitchen ."

he found a large meat cleaver and used it like a hatchet to chop through the walls and the wooden skeleton beneath it . squeezing himself through the narrow opening he had made , he saw that he was now into the office of the Sure Auto Insurance agency next door.

from there , using the cleaver , it was a simple task to locate which was the cheap connecting wall and cut his way through the Mason Electronics and Tv Repair shop and finally into Hank's Hardware and Sporting Goods store that occupied the last building on that block .

loabe quickly made his way to the small rack of previously owned long guns and ammunition in the case on the far end of the shop . using a hacksaw he cut through the padlocks that secured the weapons and selected and loaded a used remmington 30.06 bolt action deer rifle .

looking out of the inexpensive burglar bars on the side window-- facing an alleyway serving as channel between this portion of the strip mall that brayan was in , and the rest of it all -- he saw , and just as quickly ignored , the fact that if he wished , he could more than likely hack through the bars and now make his escape without the sniper's notice .

"another lucid dream" , he thought while staring fixedly at his hands . he knew also that it was the opportunity to gain more of the mystic powers he was driven to seek as a warrior . it was simply too much of an enticement to brayan loabe .

"she said you born in the wrong century " grandfather had told him "born in the wrong time"
grandfather's voice across the decades , once again spoke to his grandson brayan . lifting him up and floating his mind across the chasm at the edge of this world and into the memories .

he had that day , long ago , instead of taking the boy to school , taken his young grandson to a seer-women he knew . a mystic-woman who was rumored to tell the future , entering spirit-worlds to see ones destiny .

when she first met the boy , the old woman greeted the child with a smile and in her presence , he immediately felt a chill , raising the tiny hairs on the back of his hands and arms . he tried to return her mostly toothless grin , but something gripping him inside would not permit it.

grandfather dutifully removed from the brown paper sack , the cigars and the pint bottle of gin he had brought as a gift-price , an offering for her services and left them on the small wooden table.

if she saw him do this at all , from her demeanor it seemed as if she never noticed . not once did she even glance in the direction of the table .

she looked admiringly at the boy bringing to mind for little brayan the greedy witch in the story his mother had read him of hansel and grettle who lured little children lost in the forest into her cottage and into her baking oven .

he felt what he knew was fear , but could not avert his young eyes from hers . she stared and smiled at the handsome boy almost purring like a kitten as she admired him . " a pretty chile " , she offered as her wrinkled hand eased its way forward and caressed his hair . but as soon as her hand made contact , her purring stopped and the smile dropped from her face .

brayan at first felt cold from her touch , and it frightened him , but his fear for some reason would not show . the boy stood his ground despite the urge to run from her , and she was the one forced to pull away .

with a strange look in her eyes that young loabe recognized as uneasiness , the woman's hand slightly recoiled from his head as she instinctively lurched a little backwards .

"the woman your son marry , where she from ? who her people ?" the seer quickly asked grandfather .

"her grandma caddo people from down georgia" , grandfather replied . "carry bucket ah water on her head all day long and never spill a drop ."

" my stars ! lawdy , i knew somethin bout this chile soon as i seed him . caddo got powers ...strong powers ...this boy got powers from his mama's people and yo people too. "

"that's why i bring him to you ", the old man said . "you laid on hands ...what you see for my grandboy ?"

gathering herself , she inched forward again this time gingerly placing both her hands on the boy's head widening her stance almost as if bracing herself against a stiff march wind .

loabe felt no urge to retreat this time . they stood eye to eye for over a minute , the sound of water dripping over breakfast dishes the only thing heard besides the cawing of a crow and the wind through the trees outside . then she drew in a breath sharply as if pricked by a pin , and then she sighed a long exhale that left the stale smell of burnt tobacco in brayan's nose .

she let her hands fall to her sides as she closed her eyes . then without saying anything , she turned her back to her two guests and walked to the wall of the room as she stood looking into her own eyes in a scuffed , wooden framed , oval mirror .

she would not turn around at all to face them , choosing to speak to them only while watching their reflections from the mirror , "you go now , may-grace a little tired . i gonna sleep a bit . come back later an i tell you what THEY tell me bout yo grandboy ."


later that day , towards evening when they returned , the old man made the boy wait outside on the porch as the seer told him what THEY had told her about the boy .

although through the dried rain streaks of the window he could clearly see them talking , brayan showed little interest and paid more attention to a praying mantis chewing in the leaves than to the two elders .

after a few minutes , when boredom animated him , he got up and walked around , stepped off the porch and kicked at a stone .

not much later , grandfather finally came out and as they walked away , the overturned stone revealed an earthworm tunneling into the soil .


"she say you a great warrior born in the wrong time . a time when warriors are needed but never welcomed , never appreciated . she said you already got big power , but even more waiting for you . she said you got a lotta work ahead of you boy ...you gon be somethin . but you 'll never be like the rest and the rest'll never be like you ...they'll never like you ...because they'll never understand. "

"you'll be alone all yo life son , even when you get married and chillren , you'll still be alone . in a crowd of people you'll still stand alone. that'll be yo fate boy ...she said that's the price you'll pay for what you given ..." , grandfather paused and looking at the ground while they walked added , "she said to tell you she sorry."

"but why me grandpa ? did she say why me insteada somebody else ? "

"no she didn't say nothin bout that " grandfather answered .

"well , let's go back and ask her " , the boy suddenly pleaded .

" she said , don't ask her no more bout you" , replied the old man .