The daughter-in-law came out of her room without the baby when she heard laughter in the living room. She took note that Celeste and wolf were laying on the floor next to the fire, while the other three smiled at each other. “So you were not eaten by wolf I see? He is your friend, American girl?” Celeste didn’t know what to say except apologize for both their wild manners.
Akna quickly came to Celeste’s defense. “Kirima, all is safe, it was just a misunderstanding. No one knew except my son that she had a wolf with her.” The old woman softly stated to Kirima. “Come let’s drink some tea, and let this story flow out so all of us can live as one.” Celeste started to get up off the floor. Her gut felt like someone had punched her hard in her stomach. “Ohhhh, damn Sam, Son of a Bitch!” she said in pain while grabbing her tummy.
The group gave Celeste an inquisitive look except for Jack. He smiled from ear to ear. “Nujalik I am warning you now about your potty mouth. We don’t use words like that. So hold your tongue girl or I will wash it out with a bar of soap.” Celeste turned a light shade of red and smiled. Akna handed her a cup of hot tea, which she gladly excepted and began to sip it quietly.
Aklaq Jr. instantly wanted to ask Celeste a question. “Does this bitchen word you used earlier mean the same thing as bitch slap?” Celeste roared with laughter. She didn’t understand what he asked her since their language did not pronounce the sound of a B. Jack came to the rescue and spoke softly but shyly.
He looked at Celeste and explained what his son meant. “I think Nujalik your wild tongue is rubbing off on me. When I went to pick you up, good old Wolf was being a pisser. So I told him I would bitch slap him. I didn’t know what I said at the time, until now.” Celeste wanted to hug Jack with glee, knowing her language was truly one of a kind to speak. “Well Jack, I hope you said it with a southern drawl!” She looked at Aklaq Jr who stood by his lovely wife. “Bitch Slap means, I’m gonna open a can of whip ass, or knock some sense into you, or hit you silly, or….” She could see the confusion on their faces except for Jack’s.
Akna sobered the group up when she spoke out gently. “Nujalik, do you remember what happened out there?” Celeste contemplated and said, “Not really, the only thing I remember is glowing with color and felt like ripping the shit out of all you humans.” Jack translated her words in his language. Akna thought about her words and came up with, “I think girl whatever you eat, you will hold their spirit and become the animal you eat. You are a very unusual American Indian, I think you and I have a lot of work to do!”
Celeste sat quietly in thought to herself, while the others spoke softly in Inuit language. “What have I done? They must think I am cuckoo?” She quickly blurted out with concern. “Did I hurt anyone Jack?” Jack nodded his head no, “I almost thought you would Nujalik. There was one moment you almost made a young lad shit his pants. I thought I would have to kill you, but I knew you were not yourself when I saw your eyes glow. Nujalik, I think Akna and I created this scene because we pissed off Mother Earth. You see, we agreed together that I would leave and never tell anyone who I was. Well you can see she use you and the bear spirit to muck that up; especially, when you roared at me like bear and told me to tell the truth.” She smiled at Jack regarding how he smoothly used her potty language to tell a story.
A soft knock on the door shushed the group up. Kirima opened the door to her neighbor who told them food was ready to eat, and they could join the tribe if all was safe. They all looked at Celeste wondering if she would be okay to join the festivities. She could hear them decide what to do silently in their minds. “Oh hell no! This two face cheeka is sticking right here with wolf! I think I caused enough drama for one night. Besides, I need to open a can of worms to someone special and I want answers this time.” Jack knew actually what she meant. She blow out a breath of air and turned her back on the group to sit in front of the warm fire, while holding and rubbing her circle of life pendant Gary gave her. It was going to be a long night for her, but one thing she was positive about doing, is NEVER eat meat again if she was to become a spirit carrier for Mother Earth.
Oh boohoo; This now will conclude the story of Wounded Soldier on this blog. I am thankful to all of my friends who have joined me and read this story of wild cowgirl Celeste on a daily basis. I am now going to stop blogging for a few and work on finishing this story, then hopefully put it into production. So if you guys really liked this story and want to know what happens to the Spitfire, keep your eyes peeled for the Wounded Soldier novel after Christmas! Celeste will miss you guys, so until then Adios Amigos!
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