Ben jumped down from the cab, but not quickly enough to help Fran alight. Why was she so determined to give him no excuse to touch her? He shrugged before he turned to lift her bag out. Carrying it, he followed her inside, a few steps behind her.
What a walk she had! Though scared, stiff, and tired, she moved as gracefully as a deer. “She walks in beauty…” The line from a poem he’d once read came to mind, a concept right out of InDinay philosophy. In the InDinay language, the word “beauty” described more than outward physical appearance. It also spoke of character and truth, a rightness and oneness with the environment, both seen and unseen. She had that too, although a shadow lay across her aura, like the taint of some evil power.
From Great Uncle Willie, as part of a medicine man’s tra
