the guy in my dadâs photo? Iâm feeling more and more like Iâve stepped out of reality.
Later that morning Iâm at school for a computer class. But this close to the end of term, itâs pretty freestyle. Most of us just surf the Web. I Google âBakab.â The Bakab is a figure from Mayan mythologyâone of four sons of the Mayan deity Itzamna. Itzamna is one of the top gods as far as Mayan deities goâthe bringer of writing and agriculture to the Maya people. Only the Creator Gods are above Itzamna. In Mayan mythlogy, Itzamna married a goddess named Ixchel. They had four sons, who were named Ix, Cauac, Muluc, and Kan. The Bakab Ix must be one of these guys.
Why would someone want to summon a Mayan god? Is it some weird occult thing?
After school I take the bus up to the hospital. Iâm hoping to hear that Momâs coming home this weekend. The attendant tells me how much better she is; theyâve changed her medication; itâs very light now and sheâs âmore herself again.â He lets me intoher room, but sheâs asleep. FineâIâm pretty zoned myself. I lie down for a little nap in the second bed. And Iâm out in seconds.
Sometime later Iâm vaguely aware of someone fumbling through my schoolbag. Iâm still half asleep, and in that state all Iâm thinking is that itâs fine; Momâs always searching for neglected letters from school. Then thereâs a long silence. Mom remains quite still.
I wake up to find her staring at a photograph in her hand. Itâs
that
photoâthe one I found in Dadâs office.
Momâs tone is bewildered. âWhere did you find this?â
âDad gave it to me.â
Sharply she replies, âNo, he didnât.â
I pause, surprised. âHe did.â Itâs a small lie, I decide, a detail.
âHe kept that photo on him. He was never without it.â
âWhy?â
âIf he really gave it to you, heâd have told you what it meant to him.â
I stay quiet. No doubt about itâsheâs sounding much better.
âSo you lied to me.â It isnât a question. âI found it in his college office. I went there to get some books.â
âWhy?â
âJust ⦠because I wanted to learn about Mayan hieroglyphs.â
âWhy?â
I groan, fall back onto the bed.
âJeez, Mom. Wow, you really are sounding like your old self! Look, itâs to do with the Mayan codex Dad was after. Okay?â
Mom looks puzzled.
âYou do remember me telling you about the codex he was searching for?â
She says yes. But Iâm not convinced.
I snap, âCome on, Mom, weâve been through this.â Then I remember where we are. And Iâm filled with regret.
Mom stares at me with a searching expression. âYou tell me why youâre so interested in that photo and Iâll tell you what it meant to your dad.â
âOkay. Only â¦â I hesitate. âYouâre not going to like it.â
âWhy, are you going to lie to me again?â
âNo, itâs just that ⦠well, youâre going to think it sounds stupid.â
âTry me.â
So I tell Mom about the dream. I tell her everything, with every detail I can remember. Relating it, I feel my spine prickle. And when I come to the end of the dream, I say, âThen he looks at me and he says â¦â
ââSummon the Bakab Ix,ââ says Mom.
âHow?â I whisper. âHow could you know?â
âBecause Iâve heard this before,â Mom says simply. âYourfather had the exact same dream. All his life. Since he was a little boy. And he never, never understood it. It obsessed him. Andres researched the myth of the Bakabs. Wrote lots of papers about them. He wasnât any closer to understanding the dream. Then, about a year ago, his mother wrote to him. The man who raised him, whom he called