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The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Long</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Storied</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> 95how much he had longed for her to take him.<strong>The</strong> gelatinous water covered his face, settled, stilled, cleared. His eyes focused <strong>and</strong> his heartraced: It was indeed La Catrina who held him cradled under the water, one arm behind him holding himup <strong>and</strong> one bony h<strong>and</strong> encased in a long black glove at the base <strong>of</strong> his neck holding him down. Her reddress, too tight against her womanly hips to billow, instead seemed to flow into a stream <strong>of</strong> brightarterial blood that did nothing but make being under water seem both more festive <strong>and</strong> more sensual.For a long moment she held him, <strong>and</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> hung there in the time out <strong>of</strong> time. Her eye sockets,swirling blacker-than-black, looked down at him, <strong>and</strong> he wished his own eyes could be that blackinstead <strong>of</strong> crap-colored brown. He wondered if she was here to take him, to finally claim him as herown. <strong>The</strong>n he wondered how it would happen: Would she hold him under the water until he had nomore mortal life? Or was his mortal life already extinguished under this syrupy water, <strong>and</strong> he was tospend eternity with her just holding him against her hips?But no. With the arm behind him she was pulling him up, <strong>and</strong> suddenly his face broke thesurface <strong>of</strong> the water <strong>and</strong> his ice-water-numbed feet regained the bottom <strong>of</strong> the baptismal. He wipedwater out <strong>of</strong> his eyes as Reverend Kent clapped him firmly on the back, <strong>and</strong> with hair that somehowmanaged to still be st<strong>and</strong>ing straight up from his head even though it was soaking wet Joe <strong>Montoya</strong>turned <strong>and</strong> faced the smiling congregation, born again. <strong>The</strong>y were a dry, lifeless, bloodless, colorlesslot, <strong>Jose</strong> thought, except for one: Eudora.If Eudora smelled roses during the baptism, she never mentioned it.<strong>The</strong> wedding was planned for the month following <strong>Jose</strong>’s baptism, <strong>and</strong> it was also to take placeat the Rockville church. <strong>The</strong> guest list included family members <strong>of</strong> Eudora’s, who would come in fromas far away as Cincinnati, as well as the small circle <strong>of</strong> friends that <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>and</strong> Eudora had in Chillicothe.<strong>The</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong>s would not be coming from Mexico, since in none <strong>of</strong> his letters filled with descriptions <strong>of</strong>

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