Forty-Eight
Sunday, March 28, 9:53 A.M. CST
Iglesia Católica, French Harbor
“Hail, Holy Queen.” Romina crossed herself at the end of the prayer for Eternal Rest for Luis, then took Luis Junior’s hand and led him out of the church. The novenas for their loved one were now over. Romina had resolved to continue them to the start of Holy Week, and today was Palm Sunday.
She’d first heard that it was the Lusca that had killed Luis from her friend Clarissa, then later from the ladies at her church. The murmured talk of a Lusca loose in the reefs had run through the Garifuna fishing villages along the seashore, then through the Latino mountain communities and on to the populated harbors.
The Lusca was a dangerous sea creature, and most believed it harbored an evil spirit. Some took the story
