Existence Womb (51)

   
   "Existence Womb (51)"
   
   Luke, among the morning breeze that William Blake fancied, getting hard-kissed by the Arctic blast of cold wind, inhaled the non-pernicious purity of a less industrial nation, as is Canada; moreover, he knew he wasn't being desultory; specifically, there was purpose and predestined determination more deeply implanted in Miriam, though with her Walmart clothing and living in the rural region, she could easily be mistaken as a simplistic gamin--especially with her Joan of Arc haircut and lack of being a makeup junkie.  
   Regardless, Miriam and the rest of them were well camouflaged for the time being; next, Buck entered out into the open, closing the house door with ninja-like silence.
   "You must be half-Indian.  Kinda a silent man-beast."  Luke smiled.
   "In saecula saecularum."  Buck offered.
   Luke knew:  Indeed, forever and ever this time was.  What would happen and become of them?  Or would it even be noticed?  For Luke had once treated an angelic entity serving in the Celestial Hierarchy.  Hence, how imperative were their actions to an alien/spook government?  
   And Buck pondered on, probing gently, and with a bit of jocularity concerning watching Canadian Football from now on, maybe starting a Fantasy Football CFL thingamajig.  Luke laughed, and it was genuine; nevertheless, he asked Buck strongly:  "What do you feel for my daughter?"
   Buck, simply with:  "I love her.  In all ITS ways."