Brian and Christine
MS You mean they die?
PF Well, that is the usual way of getting to heaven. None of us are holy enough to ascend like our Blessed Master did, although I wouldn’t be surprised if Mother Magda accomplished it when her time has come.
MS Let me understand this. When they become 18 years old they die. Is that it?
PF When they become 18, they are no longer children and so they are no longer of any use to us or our visitors, you see?
MS So they are killed.
PF They are sent to heaven.
MS How is this killing, this sending to heaven, done?
PF I am not permitted to know that.
MS By whom is it done?
PF I told you, I’m not permitted to know.
MS But what do you think happens?
PF I assume there is a sacred ceremony of some sort, probably carried out by the men with the Holy Mother Magda presiding over it.
MS And what happens to the earthly remains?
PF I don’t know.
MS I have no further questions for you.
Brian lowered the papers and said “Oh my God. Oh my God..”
“So now there is homicide on top of all their other crimes” said Wendy. “The police are inspecting the grounds around Saint Jane’s. If the locate a single corpse and it can be proved that death was caused by violence it will be all over for the defense.”
“Why didn’t her lawyer stop her from telling all of this?”
“He tried, but Sanchez kept pressing and after a certain point it was useless.”
“Those poor girls! How could this have been going on for so many years?”
“I don’t know, but I guess there was some protection. After all, their “clients” were rich and powerful men. I’ll tell you I wouldn’t be surprised to know that there are other establishments like that, perhaps some for young boys, tucked into some place that’s in plain sight but undercover. As long as there are perverts there will be those that serve them.”
“Unfortunately. And as long as there are religious fanatics, like Magda and those others, terrible things will be done. They justify it by faith in some twisted idea of deity, with visions and everything” said Brian. “Even though I write about it, sometimes I wonder if I really know anything about the human race.”
“Well, I guess there is always something to learn.”
“What are you going to do with these papers?”
“Get rid of them. Take them back to the office and shred them. Obviously I don’t think Christy should see them.”
“No. That wouldn’t be a good idea. I wonder if she knew about the disposing of older girls.”
“Probably not. It sounds like none of the girls knew, which is not surprising. If they did, they would all be running like Christy did.”
“My head is still reeling” said Brian. “The whole thing sounds like a giant nightmare. You know, the first night we spent in Buffalo Gap Christy had a bad dream. I woke up to hear her screaming. When I went into her room I found her sitting up reaching to the ceiling with both hands as if she was trying to grab something. When I woke her she said that she was falling through a crevasse in the ice and that I was trying to reach her to pull her back up but that I couldn’t and she couldn’t reach me.”
“She’s still reaching” said Wendy.
“I know, but she’s waking up, I think.”
“I think so.”
(To be continued.)