An evening of celebration for our folks who are gone. We have their

pictures. Surrounded by everybody in the family. About a hundred

people. I don’t even know who is who…either way. I say hi to each and

everyone. Hug them and kiss them. And those old relatives I had ever

seen and handsome like me, and are female distant cousins…I

prolongue my embrace as much as it appears to be decent, I’m an old

dirty man. My hands shake at all times. My head is bold now. As

a bowling ball. Oh, and my distant cousins like to play with it.

God knows what kind of incestuous thoughts they have in mind.

Petra took me to the kitchen telling me she had something to show me.

So, I walked after her. Oh, Sweet Jesus! She pulled up her shirt!

I lost my breath for a second. I felt I was going to have a heart attack.

My head spun all over…I almost lost my footing, she took me to

to the yard. Wholly Batman! She put my hands on her…yes.

Oh, God, oh, God. It felt as a whole gallon of honey being poured down

my throat. Could not swallow it all at once. I begged for a break. But she

ran back into the house. I was breathing heavily while she was flirting

with everyone in the gathering. Had to catch up my breath. One, two,

one, two. Till a hundred. I should go to bed. Open the window wide and

try to relax. That distant cousin of mine planted unwanted seeds in

my feeble mind. I’m too old! Time for my prayers.

Sweet Jesus. I’ve sinned. I didn’t? No?

Can I do it again? No more Night of the Dead reunions for me.

Well, Days of the Living with distant loving female relatives. Any day.

EO