She scratched at her temple as the sheer logistics of this began to blow her mind. “But how do you hide the funeral pyre in downtown LA?” She couldn’t even begin to imagine how they wangled that one—how many state and local officials did they have to bribe to turn a blind eye?
“We don’t burn the bodies, El. We burn the gifts. That’s how we bequeath them to The Mother.”
For the first time, Shawn spoke up. She wasn’t surprised when it was more of a grumble than anything else. “Where the hell did you come up with this tradition anyway?”
Though there was something about the tradition she found quaint, she could understand why it perplexed him. Shawn was an atheist to his bones. Rare enough considering he was Cajun, with enough Catholic roots to make him a believer. So, all of this was never
