The Kidnapping

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The Kidnapping

A short story by Margaret Papillon

Translated from the french by Suze Baron

The weather in Port-au-Prince was pleasant despite all the sadness that permeated the air. Sacred Heart Church of Turgeau was crammed. On either side of the coffin, people in mourning clothes were disheartened. A few feet from the altar, a young woman wept the loss of her beloved mother.

The funeral of Mama Ideniese was today.

Ideniese’s children surrounded her. She had as many boys as girls. Six of them, now living in Canada and in the United States, made the trip home despite the exorbitant cost of the plane tickets. They travelled to pay their last respect. The passing of this mater familia, unrivalled, put them all in a state of pain.

The wake was but a lengthy recollection of childhood and adolescence memories, and these were years of comfort and happiness enjoyed under the protective care of Ideniese. They remembered these years as the marvelous moments of their life, and the children couldn’t cry enough to appease their grief. 

Tracas Fenelon, the deceased’s husband, was inconsolable. He felt reduced to nothing. He did not only lose a wife, but he lost his partner, his lover, the mother of his children, his homemaker, and a lifetime friend and companion. They’d been through a lot together, and she helped him overcome many challenges. Now he found himself alone in the battle field. Rosy, the youngest, just graduated and will soon leave for medical school. The thought of impending aloneness overwhelmed him and threw him into a panic. He cried and called the name of his beloved aloud.

The daughters tried to comfort him, but their efforts failed because they were more affected by this death than he was. The sons tried their best to put up a good front and not cry, but that didn’t work either. Never was another woman more loved than Ideniese Fenelon.

Needless to say a person of such distinction could not be buried like anybody else. She needed a proper and formal burial. The older sons chose the most expensive coffin, ordered flowers to cover the altar, paid a professional gospel singer, and hired a cameraman to videotape and preserve the service. They would then make multiple copies of the tape for family members here and also for those abroad who were not able to make the trip.

The daughters, on the other hand, thought that the brothers’ choices were excessive and felt this wake was more like a jamboree, a shivaree, but the others replied that nothing could be considered an excess when it came to a pillar like Mama Ideniese.

The funeral celebration was at its peak with specially selected musical arrangements set for this service when, all of a sudden and to everyone’s surprise, eight hooded well-armed men bolted in.

- No one moves, a voice said behind a masked face.

It was a shock! And before the family and the funeral staff became aware of what was happening, six men as solid as any thick wooden piece of furniture grabbed the coffin and carried it away before anyone could breathe a word in protest. In the street, a vehicle awaited and took off after the slamming of its four doors. Another smaller vehicle screeched and followed after it. At first, there was silence. Total silence. Then all at once, like water that rushes against its levees, everyone started to holler, to talk all at once, and to run about in every which way in an attempt to catch the escapees. Some ran toward rue José Marti, and others toward Avenue Jean-Paul II without any results.

The police officers called for this emergency came half an hour later because they believed it to be a prank. As proof of its reality, the cameraman who captured every bit of the whole scene handed his film over to the police. The Magistrate (or justice of the peace) who was to take the police report didn’t show up for another hour. And when he came, he had sleep in his eyes. Mind you, he lived just a skip away on rue Duncombre. The walk would have taken him less than five minutes, but he chose to drive his brand new shiny four-wheeler. It was ridiculous. He drew up his report and detailed it as the most bewildering event of his long career: The kidnapping of a dead woman.  Who ever heard of such a thing?