Pam

At the Beach, Jeté Finds Faith: 2 POVs

On the day she was strangled, Jeté drank agave, quit smoking, beaded her hair, gave her Datsun to the church and floated on the night ocean. Except for the zygote she and the preacher had made, drowning as it swam for harbor in her womb, her new tattoo told us everything.

Her soul was ready. I often light a candle in the tequila jar. Women walk over to it, barefoot on the sand.