Celeste was flabbergasted remembering the contents of her Cherokee grandmother’s letter. The minute Valis touches her hand, the current of his sexual energy overwhelms her reasoning. She is unsure how to handle the creepy sensation of knowing someone had a handle on her path of life. Realization kicks her in the rear as the half breed has a private conversation with herself, “It was Valis! He’s the one who belongs to the earth. That’s why I was having those dreams and visions of late.” Her eyes shift to and fro trying to remember the exact words in her grandmother’s letter. A certain sentence in the old letter pops into her mind, “He will be stronger than you in body, but is your equal in mind.”
Geraldy tries to capture the cowgirl’s attention and calls out her name. She hears nothing as childhood memories flood her mind. “So grandmother’s words were true.” The half breed’s skin crawls with goose bumps as she finally grasps the ordain shit inside her head. “I shouldn’t be here…why did I come here?” She reasons with herself in worry. Valis is confused how Celeste suddenly went inside her head, and has a conversation with herself. “Is she nuts?” Valis wonders, “Why are they calling her Celeste? Isn’t her name Hi-a-lee?” Not knowing what else to do he clears his throat trying to catch Celeste’s attention. He views her lips mumble words silently. She didn’t even glance at the G.I. Joe man.
Celeste gawks at the ground deep in thought of her memory of the foreordain words. Geraldy gently touches her arm. “Huh?” Celeste grunts out and glares at Geraldy in a bewilder state. “You okay, Celeste? Where did you go just now, or are you going mental on me?” Geraldy jokes tenderly. He stretches out his hand for her to take. She blinks her strange eyes several times at her friend and takes his hand to follow.
“This is not fair…damn ordain Indian crap. What have I gotten myself into? I should have known better not to come to Haiti!” Celeste questions herself sharply while sitting down in a plastic chair. “Celeste what is wrong with you?” In deep concern Geraldy inquires to the baffled Celeste. Shaking her head clear, the spiritual woman gets a eye full at her friend, “Nothin’ is wrong. I was remembering something along ago.” She sizes up Valis’s massive body in yawp. “He probably thinks I am loco (crazy) in the freaking head? Well, I am so why not give him a little piss and vinegar, and scare him away from me?” Heat boils inside her mind to defy and control the out come.
Without warning the American woman blurts out to Valis in a bothersome tone, “What ya doing here slick? Didn’t ya get enough of my body two days ago?” Valis didn’t understand her sharp comment towards him. Geraldy chuckles and translates her comment in French to the captain. Valis gives Celeste a threatening look. Celeste dangerously returns his stare daring him to make a move. Valis breaks their connection an asked Geraldy in French to translate his words to Celeste. Celeste could careless at this point what he said; she quickly takes a large swig of whiskey from her metal flask. Valis scrunches up his brow viewing the hickey lady’s behavior. Celeste wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, and then turns her attention upon the foreigner ready to do battle. “I want my weapons back today, buck!”