Audiobook Narration: Compassionate / Authentic / Joy / Terror
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Luca dreams of a deep stone. Well, at the bottom of the well are the 16 bullet riddled bodies of his family. He knows this not because he looks into the well, but because he hears them talking down there He hears the echo, the sounds of their laughter and lively conversation. He here's Poppy telling jokes to Jennifer and Tia Yemi. He hears Thio Alex playing monster tag wrestling with Adrian. Here's his cousin, squealing and laughing while his father tickles him. Luca even. Here's Abuela, lightly scolding them all. Not because she actually disapproves, Luca realizes, but because a casual reprimand, Isabella's way of participating. And that is the thing, really, that makes Luca understand that the dream Israel, because this insight above Abuela is new. Ah, thing Luca didn't perceive about her when she was alive, so they're still there. Luca knows they are at the bottom of the well, and he wants to go down to them. He wants to be with them. He knows that the holy water down there is life, that it's essential that it will satisfy his every need, that it has revived them all. So he goes, he goes to the well at last without fear, without hesitation. But as he approaches their voices and laughter cease, it's only the plink and trickle of some unseen droplets that echo into the shadowy depths. So Luca pulls on the rope. Instead, he thinks, to draw up the bucket that maybe he could ride it to the bottom. They can all be reunited, but he knows by the smell that something's wrong. Before the bucket is fully visible, he comptel. There's a rottenness. He draws the bucket into the light, and it's on Lee. A flash of gore fingers, eyeballs, teeth, Pappy's ear lobe. Ah, lock of Jennifer's hair, all floating in the putrid bucket of blood. Luca awakens from the nightmare with his heart pounding, but he's not afraid. Or maybe it's more accurate to say that he's no more afraid than he always is now. His prevailing emotion is irritation because Beato is sleeping beside him. Parting, he left another one rip, while Luke allies there, blinking in the stench. It was such a nice dream until the odor turned it, Pappy Lucas says out loud in the dark. He rolls over and covers his nose with his sleeve.