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He also told the youth that Anton lived very close
to George too. Marcus nodded yes with his head. After Marcus
finished his food he took his dishes to the sink and cleaned them
as his eyes got fixated on the two knives resting on the working
counter of the kitchen, a glance that didn’t go unnoticed by
George the cook. Soon as he put away his bowl and small plate he
was allowed to go to the dormitory to go to sleep. Upon reaching
there the priest on duty made sure Marcus had his evening prayer
then he was allowed to lie down, which the youth did and after
Father Peter the teacher on duty was satisfied that all the kids
were in their beds he turned the single lamp off and departed
for his room.
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Time passed as the tempest ravaged the area of the Kamloops
Indian Residential School while the boys and girls were asleep.
Occasional lightning bolts lighted the viscera of the mausoleum
where the pure souls of some slept and the evil thoughts of others
kept them awake. Glints of light would spread over the city of
Kamloops when a lightning bolt would occasionally strike giving
this central British Columbia city the image of hell lighted by an
invisible sun. Birds and animals, earth crawlers and earth eaters
had all found safety in their shelters while people had already
changed after supper and were now watching TV or were getting
ready to go to bed. Molly’s diner was unusually busy tonight as
if patrons preferred her cooked meals than them cooking their
own although it was easier to buy ready-made food than to bother
preparing it.
Stars had hid behind the thick clouds that covered the firmament
while the odd thunder would break up the monotonous
wrath of the tempest, wind blowing, and bands of rain falling in
a catastrophic way. Trees swayed to the occasional sudden wind…
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