Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

"Threadbones - what are that?" Dwin had never heard the term before, but the first image her imagination conjured was this guy pushing bones around in a place that was an equivalent of elephant graveyard in "The Lion King". Next she wondered, whether those premonition bones of his had belonged to the ancestors he had mentioned. Then she moved on to wonder, briefly, whether she really wanted to find out. And finally - that even if his inventory consisted of his aunt's skull, uncle's spine, mom's ribs and father's baculum (*she almost guffawed at this thought, the immature teenager she was*) - it could have been a lot worse. Say, he practiced reading the future from animal innards. Say - he gutted his family members to connect to gods! That would make a cool horror story to scare kids during the ghost months, but...

Dwin! Dwin? DWIN!!! She realized she had got carried away and with a quick shake of her head she cleared the mental white-board and focused on the man again. Never one to shy away from personal questions, she asked: "How did you come to that conclusion?"