The Peacock 1463

"Yes, Adam, or I mean, Jason", says Carl. "Sorry." "That's alright", he says. "Back at the mansion I was telling some of you about those angelic beings I was in contact with. And one in particular, tall, with long hair, and wearing a white robe. We had several communications. And he told me that there was a descendant, female, of the rape that your great grandfather had inflicted on a local native woman in Sumatra, and that she is your cousin seated here with us. Cynthia. That somehow, she has the key to breaking the curses. "She is the key", says Francois. "Or rather, Chynthia, you are the key." Suddenly I am impressed with how young Cynthia appears for a woman in her of sixty, my first impression of her, and still, she could pass for a woman twenty years younger. It's hard to say why. There is enough grey advancing into her dark chestnut hair to suggest she has done nothing to disguise her age, and she wears only a token of mascara and not even lipstick. I don't know what it is. "I am the key?" she says, a bit incredulous. "Yes", reiterates Francois. "You are the key." "Well then, what do I have to do?" "Nothing", says Naomi. "Nothing at all..."