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Two brothers found their grandfather death in the sheep camp and both brother first words spoken in the story was “send us rain clouds, Grandfather”, they paint their grandfather face and did what things in Indian traditions. When a catholic priest asks them about their grandfather they told him not to worry. They didn’t tell him the truth because they don’t want other religious involved in their tradition burial. In an Indian tradition neighbor brought foods to funeral house for the grave digger to eat after they had done the grave digging. Louise asks Leon to go ask priest to sprinkle holly water to Teofilo grave. The priest was sad that Leon and Ken didn’t tell him the truth. He only found out Teofilo death when Leon went to ask him to sprinkle holy water to Teofilo grave so that “he won’t be thirsty” was said by Louise, they didn’t want other religious to involved but they let them involved in the end. The priest doesn’t want to follow Leon at first but he changes his mind and follows Leon to the grave
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