Dear Coz,° Do you know how I learned how the Resurrection of the Dead is worked? It was Mother’s cook, Mandy. Her second favourite daughter died, suddenly, but not unexpectedly. The very next night Mandy waked to see her “sweet big fat Bessie Mae” standing at the foot of her bed. The vision affected Mandy right smart.
° So that’s how Jesus did it, or rather, how Mary Magdalene did it.
° My friend Ella never did resurrect her Daddy. But six months after he died, her buddy in Japan did. The General was sitting there chatting with Jesus. So the story goes. But I doubt it, because Jesus wasn’t tearing his garments in blasphemed dismay. The General’s vocabulary was salty Government Issue.
° My friend Lettye dreamed repeatedly that she was encountering her father on the streets of Overton. Both were repeatedly delightedly surprised.
° And this Semain I dreamed that Mother was playing with Sugar, Slash’s favourite and softest kitten. Sugar was purring, Mother more or less was too.
° So that’s how Heaven is worked.
° Diviningly, Giac.
