Siss cannot believe that her last night alive starts with her hanging nailed to a cross with nothing to ease her pain but death itself.
Siss is used to this by now ....
Others watch what could be the sunset of their lives.
"Sunset of their lives" ... sounds like a song title, or maybe a daytime soap opera "title". I must be hallucinating or the Madame Wu is frying my brain.
Messa and Barb spend the night hanging from their crosses in a silence interrupted only by occasional moans of pain.
Or by the peaceful strains of Messa singing "Allouete"?
You never know what a Madame Wu will make you do.
At the same time Deborah is in her posh bedroom smoking Madame Wu herbs from her pipe. She wonders what it must be like to be crucified like the wenches on Golgotha…
Newbies should be careful what they wish for on this site.
Tree was never here is code for "Tree was drunk on his ass".
He still managed to write a halfway decent story though.
