The three stood outside of the trailer. Mama Freeman was praying, who knows to what, maybe to herself. Alex stood away from the trailer, looking out at the nearest body of water, trying to find some peace. But Inez kept her eyes on the blinds of the trailer, waiting for some sign that her sister was still here, that her spirit had been saved by this outrageous, promiscuous woman.
Inez hated Serafine, but damn, if she saved her sister, she would name her fucking child after her.
The silhouettes were crystal clear by the light of the candle and murmurs of chants were almost completely absorbed by the panels of the trailer. Suddenly, as the chant became louder, Inez saw a third silhouette. Serafine’s chant was loud and different and the flame of the candle was so bright. A light shone from the inside of the trailer, brighter than when you stare at the sun for more than you should and look away and it leaves spots across your vision. The third silhouette was engulfed in flames and burned up into nothing.