Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Father Souza de Monde

The Islas Baleares Bros., keepers of the Montuiri Depository and owners of a mohair whore’s glove stored away in a box somewhere in the farthest corner of the depository, live beyond the five-mile fence, hidden away in the flatland and scrub where nothing grows but stinkweed and razor-sharp thistle. No one save Dejesus knew the brothers, having met them at a rake and tine sale at the Ottoman Hardware store the day after Ships Day, the brothers bartering for a three-tine rake, Dejesus querying a salesman about a garden spade with a oxmallet handle.

Father Souza de Monde lived in a one room cottage not far from the Montuiri Depository (in the house where he was brought into the world) where he hooked rugs and played Diamonds and Hearts with a boy from the village with hoary skin between his toes. Down the road, winding, lived the Brno sisters of Jihomoravsky Kraj, all four sisters well versed at knavery and giving men what they desired. The day after Dejesus visited his sick aunt for the last time, her perishing coming as no surprise as she was prone to fits of whooping and craziness, he stopped at the Brno sisters (of Jihomoravsky Kraj) to slake his thirst.

The village of Jihomoravsky Kraj, situated between the five-mile fence and the Montuiri Depository, was a place of vagaries, its inhabitants living off the avails of whoring and stolen goods, many of which were thieved from the Islas Baleares Bros. who had the poorly habit of leaving their cattle fence up at night and well into the morning. When the sisters felt the need for spiritual annealing they went to see Father Souza de Monde, who was more than happy to cleanse and rid them of their evil thoughts.

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