THE BLUE FEATHER
367
“What’s the name of the pueblo?”
“Tres Piedras.”
“Jonathan, how far are we to Tres Piedras?” Tital radioed.
“It depends on how we travel, it’s two hours driving time, but
if Bardala had more time, we would be spending two weeks in
Taos. They have all these great art galleries all over town, she
always is dreaming about how nice the art works in Southwest
Art magazine would look on the walls, or the sculptures would
look like in the backyard of her dream h-o-m-e.”
“Jonathan, do you have to tell everything you know about
me?” Bardala’s voice came over the radio, as Jonathan kept the
mic open to talk.
“I’m just telling the truth, Sis!”
“That’s funny,” Kuó in the back seat commented to Tital.
“What’s funny, Kuó?”
“Look at your ring; it’s got a faint glow to it. At first, I thought
it was just the sun reflecting off it, but it is definitely glowing,”
Kuó said.
“Bardala, my ring’s starting to glow, it’s not bright, but I
thought you needed to know,” Tital radioed.
“Let us know if it changes,” Jonathan returned over the radio.
“Ek Chuah, I was also thinking about Bardala’s parents, could
you....”
“I know what you’re thinking, just as the thoughts are
formed. But, before you finish asking...let me tell you, there is a
time, and there is a place. And... this is not the time, or place to
do anything with the Negreté parents. You will know when it is
the correct time. Now, let me listen on my iPod to my favorite
singer. I just downloaded several of his songs.”