Blacktail Deer Plateau His son would think his father could do no wrong

"i t'ink de snow is a beautiful t'ing," erzulie ventured. "you were named for it. snow touches de lan'; it gives us all a fresh beginning."
without marisol or scarab or rosalyn; she finally could not fight the sound of the sudden low son that case to claw her throat. 
"when we settle, i want to make for dem a remembering place, with little objects to remind of us who dey were," erzulie breathed. "what do you t'ink, nieve?"