The bishop did not like this answer, so Padre Dominguez--who had something of a mean streak for a man of the cloth--sent the bishop to discuss the matter with Cinco's mother. The good Padre never did find out what happened, exactly, but he did know that the bishop never bothered him again.
When she took Cinco home after his baptism, his mother was surprised at the strange quiet that attended her on her walk home. No omens, no premonitions, no strange patterns of smoke, no sudden storms on a cloudless day, nothing. Later that night, she looked down at her youngest son--her last son--as he suckled at her breast, and wondered how one went about training one's children to be luchadores.
You see, even though she was give no sign telling her what to expect next, she knew now that she had been blessed. She had been chosen to be the mother of heroes, and that was no small thing. Their gifts were her gifts, too, so that she could be wise enough, strong enough, clever enough, and courageous enough to raise them to be the kind of men they would one day need to be.
Imagine her great surprise, then, when she found herself with child one last time.
Yes! The unexpected Seis or will it be Una?
Wow. Connie, Anne, all of a sudden, feeling Not Worthy. Connie, my favorite was "So how come my wishes never came true?"
"It's complicated,"
Anne, you've got me wondering who/what she'll give birth to.
Munch gets some unexpected help here.
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erika, you're worthy, trust me.
"Jewish Heaven's Boca, Kay."
It's a pity my throat isn't allowing genuine sound right now....
Um, I'd just like to take a minute to apologize to all of the hardworking rabbis and other spiritual types whose research I read through and stole from to make that joke. Yes, it took me an hour. I'm sorry...my fictional avatar made me do it, I swear.(Still feeling quite fortunate you guys don't believe in Hell, strictly speaking. And thanks for being so thorough...made things really easy for this Google-having heretic.)
Much love,
Erika the Goyish
xxoo
I love you, Anne.
Your style is *so* suited to the Jossverse. This is very, very ME.
Now I want to know why Halfrek wasn't around when Xander was a kid. It's complicated isn't good enough.
Anne, lovely twist. I want to know what's next, too.
Wow, two great stories in here! I like the line about Paris being "pretty and old and nice if you ignore the French people" -- not because I'm a fan of franco-bashing, but because it's SO Anya.
And I'm interested in Mama Numero's #6 as well. I agree that the story feels very ME, Anne.
