"Ah, yes, Isabel", says Carl.
Maureen says, "She just came to the door the day after Jean Pierre's death. It was Saturday morning. Dressed all in black, but very smartly dressed. She introduced herself and said that she urgently had to talk to us about the recent happenings. She is Colombian, as most of us here already know.
"Caramba! all these Colombians!" interjects Jesús, smiling
"She cut to the chase, telling us we were all in danger, that she herself had just escaped from the group, that they were a satanic network of drug dealers and murderers, and also the most ruthless killers that ever walked the face of the earth. Worse, they had tentacles and plants and members in all positions of government and society, and though based in Colombia, they were an international cartel. She said she had already made arrangements with Father Griffin to drive her out here, and insisted that we join her, given our imminent danger. So, she phoned him, and he was there in fifteen minutes. We only packed what we really needed. But we also gathered together all the perishable food to donate to the community.
"And it was all delicious" says Melissa.
"So, that is how we all came here, in need of a place of refuge", says Maureen. "Jennifer, with her many gifts, became the de facto leader, then Doug darkened our doorway less than two years later, and such conflict ensued that Isabel opted to leave. We don't know what became of her, no one has heard anything from her, but we all believe she is okay, wherever she is..."
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