Death is not discussed much in the Mansion, although it is a resident there sometimes, just like people. It is often in the air, an accepted part of life, everyone there has seen a good deal of it. This morning, at Connie Martell’s memorial service, the Rev. Debbie Earthowl was talking about life and fate, and Red became concerned for her, he walked up to her and looked up into her eyes, and she put her hand under his chin, and the two of them just gazed into one another’s eyes for a bit.

It gave me the chills, I will admit, although Red’s intuitiveness doesn’t surprise me any longer. He saw something in Rev. Earthowl that caught his eye and he came up to support her. She seemed very grateful for it, and the two held this pose for a good long time.

I am no prophet, but I might be a deranged mystic, and I never claim to know what it in Red’s head, but this seemed like a beautiful and powerfully spiritual moment to me. I’m glad it lasted awhile. Rev. Earthowl was also.

The Mansion residents have grown used to Red, many of then have had moments like this, but I have never seen Red do this before. The moment came just after the pastor asked people if they had anything to say about Connie.

I’m thinking that Red did.