Jeschonek The Tree of Knowledge didn’t exactly teach us everything we needed to know...like what to do with a dead man’s body, for example. From experience, we knew that when an animal died, its body would rot and stink after a while. We’d figured out it was best to burn or bury them, but I guess we still thought people were different. The Voice had told us we would die someday, but it never really sank in until we finally saw a dead man. My dead son, that is. Sweet, beautiful Abel, the light of my miserable life. When we found him, lying out in the field, we just didn’t know what to do with him. To tell you the truth, we didn’t even realize he was dead at first. He wasn’t breathing, and he wouldn’t respond when we shook him and spoke to him, but we weren’t too bright back in those days. Maybe he was just sleeping soundly. Maybe he was in a trance. Maybe it was some kind of magic. Anything was possible back then.
