<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>August 11th, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha took the dimpled giggle in stride.  She was quite sure she looked affright, but her scientific curiosity had been peeked by the angry spindly legged critter Onneca had incarcerated in the jar.  Agatha wrinkled her nose at the ugly little member of the Scarabaeidae family as she examined it in the jar.<br/><br/>“Really?  I wouldn’t have guessed.”  She replied with an amused look on her face.  “Onny, dear.  I think I need to get you out of this shop for an evening.  You are too used to speaking with little ol’ladies and small children.” She did however listen to Onneca’s observation with interest.<br/><br/>“That is strange.” She nodded and laughed a light happy laugh at the thought of the pretty Mexican woman scolding the two of them in their knickers.  “Spanish or no, it did not matter.  Your mother could make a grizzled boomer feel like a wet-nosed school boy.” She laughed. “It was her tone more than her words.  I always felt like I had let her down or broken her heart.”  Onneca’s mother was a second mother to Agatha.  Agatha’s mother schooled many of the youngin’s and many of the young men from the Irish camp and was very busy, so Agatha had found herself often with the Mexican workers helping Onneca and her mother with the laundry so they she could finish her chores early and they could go out exploring or play at having grand adventures in the nearby fields.  “Your mother was very good at scolding.”  Agatha laughed.  She had also been very good at keeping the two girls from too much trouble.<br/><br/>Agatha continued to examine the beetle as Onneca began to work on her hair.  She straightened up so that her friend could began to gather her loose copper strands and pin them like little insects into place against the mass of coils that hand remained.  “You are a godsend Onneca de Goni.  An angel sent from heaven.” Agatha was quite sure many of the women in Gomorra had said these very words to Onneca many times and each one of them meant it just as much.  The new of Onneca’s mother was saddening.  She hadn’t realized just how much the pretty Mexican woman had meant to her or how much of her lived in Onneca.  “No, I did not know.  I am so very sorry Onnecita.”  It was very rare for Agatha to use that form of the Latina’s name, but it could not have been easy for Onneca, she knew how close they were.  She reached up a hand to touch the one masterfully restoring her hair. She gave it a brief squeeze before releasing it.<br/><br/>A sad smile touched her lips.  It was nice to know that one of her mother’s felt that way about her and since she had passed Agatha would never be able to disappoint her like she had her biological one.  She thought about those times shaking from the cold creek water with Onneca’s mother chirping at them in Spanish conveying her exasperation and irritation with gesture as well as word.  As a young girl it had been a mixture of shame at upsetting Onneca’s mother and excitement at the wonderful adventure the two had completed.  As a young woman it was a wonderful memory filled with humor and for all the sadness she felt at the woman’s passing she could not help but smile<br/><br/>“And are we not? Friends forever,” Agatha asked lightly, “just like she thought.”  She could feel pins slide into place as Onneca worked and she settled in to let her do her work.  The talk of her mother made the frustrations of the morning slip away.  A setback no matter how catastrophic was infinitesimal in comparison to the loss of a loved one.  While Onneca had had time to grieve it was a new wound for Agatha.  “Your mother was always able to do that, see things clearly.”<br/>