Chapter I

        There was darkness upon the deep, or so the story begins. But how did Jehovah act in darkness? How did he mold each creature to set upon the chessboard that was the newly born world below Him? It could explain a few things, like the platypus or the wildebeest, if he had stumbled about blindly, but to my way of thinking, I doubt he was in the dark for all that long. God is a storyteller, but much like your doddering old toothless auntie, he also rambles and repe. . .

Chapter I

        There was darkness upon the deep, or so the story begins. But how did Jehovah act in darkness? How did he mold each creature to set upon the chessboard that was the newly born world below Him? It could explain a few things, like the platypus or the wildebeest, if he had stumbled about blindly, but to my way of thinking, I doubt he was in the dark for all that long. God is a storyteller, but much like your doddering old toothless auntie, he also rambles and repe. . .

It was hot and humid that day, stickier than usual, but that could be said for most days in the Bayou. Still, a cold drink would have been perfect right about then, but Cora had a thing about me running in and out of the kitchen, which I had already done twice. So I suffered in silence and went outside to see what my other sister was up to.

I didn’t get very far before Cora yelled out my full name, "Leanna Christine Belle." I had left the screen door open. She had a thing about that too.. . .