Liberty's Sparkle (59)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (59)"
   
   Spooky Halloween had arrived, Liberty perpetually flooded in canned foods, stuck in the Purgatory of the canned vegetable aisle, and Faye was singing more often:  "Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!"
   The once heavily, and in the face, pierced Goth girl, born again by Liberty's sparkle and the super-symmetrical script of God, came to visit the trailer park, informing her best friend how she was joining a Sisterhood of Carmelites as a novitiate, sailing away immediately, the handsome Monsignor assisting her holy purpose.
   Liberty was crushed as she watched Faye drive away, perhaps for the final time, leaving her and Spanky even more isolated and alone.
   Was it her freakish fate to lose and suffer all the time?  To give off a golden glow sucked into others but receive none herself?  The heart always takes blood for itself first; next, offers it to the other organs.  But Liberty couldn't do that.  Christ couldn't do that.  It was a Divine Will that forced her into giving everything to all those around, taking nothing for herself but agony and a crushing passion, marching closer to Calvary, metaphorically, but so real, and nobody gave a damn save the unseen.
   Liberty started carving the orange pumpkin she had purchased, without a discount, from her grocery store.  She made a smiling face and placed a candle inside, Spanky sniffing the oncoming traffic of trailer park children getting yummy candy purchased by Liberty's last few dollars.  Like a mother, especially a holy mother, not wickedly told she is enabling, but loving her special son as did the most famous mom in mystical, historical records--Liberty gave her last dollar away, always.