Chapter Twenty One
A bystander in my own body, I watched through the windows of my eyes as my hands extracted money from my wallet and passed it to the cab driver. I noticed that Goddess Reyna tipped the fellow (a turban-wearing Indian) enough to make the long trip out to this godforsaken gas station worth it but not so much as to make it noteworthy. She thanked him with my voice and maneuvered me out of the car.
It was about six o’clock on Friday evening. With my past as a member of American society beyond me forever I was wildly eager to reach my new home and truly embark on my destiny. Yet my beloved possessor held me to a steady, energy conserving pace as she piloted my body up that deserted dirt road. She’d poured a generous amount of fluids into me shortly after taking control in m
