"Holy Mother!" Only Son exclaimed. "Holy Madre de Dios! Is that it?! You wrote it in Spanish?!
Oh, I was so elated!
Yes, yes! I nodded.
"Mother of God?" he asked, "Holy Mother of God!?"
Yes! I was beaming as I verified it again.
"You wrote it in Spanish!" he repeated, somewhat incredulously. And then he asked, "Did you see her?!"
Yes! I nodded.
Soon after that I returned to wherever I'd come from. Or, well, I drifted back into Land-out-of-Time.
So there you have it, Reader Dear! My tell-all doesn't provide many details, but I tend to believe I was hobnobbing in the heavenly realms!
Of course, this curious episode raises many questions:
Obviously, I was only visiting, but why didn't more of the memory return to earth with me?!
Was Mother Mary speaking Spanish?! Or perhaps French?!* Am I secretly a Catholic?!
There's a tiny bit more to the tale of my brief expedition to another world.
The day following the one I just mentioned, Only Son and Dark-haired Daughter were by my bed. Only Son was showing Dark-haired Daughter my scratchy Spanish words and they were exclaiming together about the revelation.
Then Dark-haired Daughter asked, "Was she wearing white?"
I asked for the note pad.
This is what I wrote: Oui *
(Naturally, I had to make two attempts to write the word. And naturally, my children had to catch on to the fact that I'd switched languages!)
*Do you know, Reader Dear, it is French for Yes.
And, alas, yes (oui, si, a head nod) that is my only clue to the puzzle of my journey elsewhere!