sunday year 1955 venice italy...
...four days after leaving vatican city...
"Land sakes Judas, can you tell us where we are going?" Sarah asked the scent of to-go burgers, fries, and sodas in ice at the Burger King on Salizada S. Giovanni Grisostomo, 30121 Venezia VE, Italy floating around. Kali ordered a couple of premium grilled chicken Bacon Clubhouse sandwiches and dangled the bacon in my face and I blinked confused. "you don't want it?" I asked her and she blinked, looking at me patiently "Jewish remember I keep kosher I don't eat pork"
I nodded, I should have seen that coming given the fact that she was moderately speaking in Arabian and hebrew terms. It came back to me. She was Jewish it was the thing about her past she remembered, from her krav maga, to her jewish customs and how she spoke every once in awhile how the story went according to her she was born A slave for the Egyptian royal family fighting rings, then after she was struck in the back of the skull she blanked and when it all came back she was here in Venice, with a book of pages written, a diary including a story of how she lived with three women who taught her Judaism before the end of WWII, seems she never did figure it out, but to go forward with the religion, when she came to my house was her way of tribute. we heard the story and treated it as something important to her, we didn't understand it, but did research, and even now I'm still learning about it.
I nodded and started biting into it. Meanwhile, She was tearing and chewing into the chicken sandwich. Meanwhile, Sarah was asking more questions about where we were going and why "To answer your question little sis, let me reveal what we are going to the night "Campo San Zan Degola of Italy. where we are gonna track and seek the Italian cannibal butcher of Croce- Biagio Cargnio I'm taking you on a crash course through the darkest of your hometown ghost stories Ciaran, next to the corpse island what we are tracking is B class danger haunt. you want that extension I'm gonna make you work for it tonight- From the Dark Assassins Alley to The Serpent at Punta Della and maybe the Italian black widow wraith-A vain teenage black widow who makes a deal with the devil, An albino girl forced to a tower always wanting to rest, and even a house that makes statues without an attempt and even maybe the island of corpses, but tonight we invoke the worst of venitien nightmares-A Demon butcher and eater of children," Italy is ripe for haunts, and we've been here plenty of times...this time in particular we have a fight.
I'm slightly stunned, he wanted me to jump into the deepest end of the pool with barely any training? I drink down my Pepsi and look at sis She could only shrug and bite her second sandwich, every once in a while again dangling bacon in my face.
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