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I
’
m
within
a
rite
of
joining
.
Then
she
knew
what
she
had
to
do
.
Jessica
opened
her
eyes
,
gestured
to
the
watersack
now
being
held
above
her
by
Chani
.
“
It
has
been
blessed
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
Mingle
the
waters
,
let
the
change
come
to
all
,
that
the
people
may
partake
and
share
in
the
blessing
.
”
Let
the
catalyst
do
its
work
,
she
thought
.
Let
the
people
drink
of
it
and
have
their
awareness
of
each
other
heightened
for
awhile
.
The
drug
is
safe
now
.
.
.
now
that
a
Reverend
Mother
has
changed
it
.
Still
,
the
demanding
memory
worked
on
her
,
thrusting
.
There
was
another
thing
she
had
to
do
,
she
realized
,
but
the
drug
made
it
difficult
to
focus
.
Ah
-
h
-
h
-
h
-
h
.
.
.
the
old
Reverend
Mother
.
“
I
have
met
the
Reverend
Mother
Ramallo
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
She
is
gone
,
but
she
remains
.
Let
her
memory
be
honored
in
the
rite
.
”
Now
,
where
did
I
get
those
words
?
Jessica
wondered
.
And
she
realized
they
came
from
another
memory
,
the
life
that
had
been
given
to
her
and
now
was
part
of
herself
.
Something
about
that
gift
felt
incomplete
,
though
.
