Dark Moon Waxing

PROLOGUE

Kathia, Tayla, Ali, Francis, Patrice, Delores, and Martha were currently standing outside a VERY large cathedral near Stone Mountain.

“Um…Kathia?” Ali asked. “This building looks like it should be a historical landmark. How’d you pull this off?”

“The entire congregation left to be missionaries in the Amazon Rainforest,” Kathia said. “Yeah, they didn’t make it back.”

Everyone gasped.

Kathia stared at everyone for a moment.

“Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl,” Francis mumbled under his breath.

“Stop PLAYING, Kathia!” Patrice said.

“I’m not. But that’s okay!” Kathia said. “Their wandering spirits are more than welcome to join us at the next Samhain.”

“Christians at a pagan celebration,” Patrice said. “Sounds about right, they stole EVERYTHING ELSE from us.”

“It looks like it needs a lot of work done,” Tayla said.

“Understatement of THE YEAR, honey,” Francis said.

“We’ve got over two-hundred members now,” Kathia said. “We can do a lot of the work ourselves, and hire contractors for the things we can’t. Simple!”

“Contractors?” Francis said. “Girrrrrrrl, more like blacksmiths and stonemasons.”

Everyone started laughing.

“Okay Francis,” Kathia said. “I have to admit, that was a good one. But I feel like we can pull this off.”

“How big is the kitchen?” Martha asked.

“Probably big as hell, Martha,” Delores said. “Some of my ancestors probably worked in that kitchen, and they’re looking at me real sideways right now.”

“Not touching that,” Kathia said. “Anyway, how about we go take a look?”

She walked up the steps and opened the doors.

“Here’s to new beginnings, everyone!”