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aisle toward the exit, passing Franz, who opened his eyes and looked back at her as she passed, observing the shape of her body as seen through her form-fitting silk robe. Decon couldn’t believe that Franz thought no one would notice. More likely, he just didn’t care.
“ Well I think it’s high time we got a move on. Franz, I need you,” the chancellor said, and gave his beard a solid tug. He bowed to the friar. Phoenix, meanwhile, hopped up from the pew. “Be seeing you, Brother Decon.” Then the chancellor turned. The large medals and silver ornaments adorning his heavy cloak clanged as he did. The gold and crimson crescents glowed in the flickering candle light. “Off to ensure the safety of the parish. The political backlash of tonight is going to be messy. There’s no telling what Rita is going to say. Safe bet its some half-crazed rant about demonic possessions and Satanism.”
“ Aye, I know it. Tomorrow, you will officially receive the authority of the mayor,” Decon said. “Although you can exercise an executive order before that time if need be.”
“ Banishment?”
“ I’m not suggesting anything, although it might be worth threatening her with.”
“ As fun as that would be…you know…I’ll talk to her. She’ll calm down,” Urey said.
“ Not before she starts a witch hunt,” said Plague.
“ She’s a known entity, that Rita Morgan. It’s a wonder that so many people hang on her every word.” Urey sighed.
***
Rita walked home several steps ahead of her husband; several long steps. James tried to keep up with her brisk pace, but he had his heart to think about. He was older now. He wasn’t the young athlete he once was, but Rita seemed to still have some youth within her. She must really be mad , he thought. Normally she’d be yelling at me by now . And no sooner did that thought conclude than she turned around and did just that. “Can you pick up the pace, James? My God you’re slow.” The crowd that had dispersed from the front of the cathedral kept a slower pace than James himself did, but he acquiesced to his wife’s commands without question; par for the course, as he was fond of saying.
“ Come on, you git. Hurry up,” she ordered. Sweat beaded heavily on his brow and began the long trek down his forehead and past his eyes. Soon the beads were streams running down his face. His labored breathing didn’t help his speed any. Rita, the dutiful citizen and wife that she was, ignored her husband’s discomforts. She was far too angry to take notice of anything but her own thoughts.
Even though great changes were occurring throughout the parish, James knew his loveless marriage to Rita Morgan would forever be etched in pain and sorrow.
***
Teret Finley went straight home that night, but she didn’t sleep. How could she? Tossing and turning, images of blood running through Decon’s fingers flashed across her mind. What was she going to say to the students the next day? As parochial vicar, she had a responsibility to keep the students informed of the goings on in the parish, but not this…no way. Her lessons would go as planned. If Brother Decon wanted to make a personal classroom appearance to explain the events of the evening before, then that was his prerogative.
As she lay in her bed, images of Rita Morgan continuously flashed in her mind. Rita had been a thorn in her side since she became parochial vicar thirteen years ago. It all started when the most obnoxious child in the world arrived for her first day of school. “My mommy doesn’t like you,” said this stout girl with bushy brown hair and freckles. She carried herself with a presence of superiority. She just knew she was better than everyone else, but as far as Teret could see the only thing better about her was that she was certainly the best fed among the students, appearing nearly three times bigger than the second largest girl her age.
“ I’m sorry to hear that, Abby, I really am.”
“ My
“ Well I think it’s high time we got a move on. Franz, I need you,” the chancellor said, and gave his beard a solid tug. He bowed to the friar. Phoenix, meanwhile, hopped up from the pew. “Be seeing you, Brother Decon.” Then the chancellor turned. The large medals and silver ornaments adorning his heavy cloak clanged as he did. The gold and crimson crescents glowed in the flickering candle light. “Off to ensure the safety of the parish. The political backlash of tonight is going to be messy. There’s no telling what Rita is going to say. Safe bet its some half-crazed rant about demonic possessions and Satanism.”
“ Aye, I know it. Tomorrow, you will officially receive the authority of the mayor,” Decon said. “Although you can exercise an executive order before that time if need be.”
“ Banishment?”
“ I’m not suggesting anything, although it might be worth threatening her with.”
“ As fun as that would be…you know…I’ll talk to her. She’ll calm down,” Urey said.
“ Not before she starts a witch hunt,” said Plague.
“ She’s a known entity, that Rita Morgan. It’s a wonder that so many people hang on her every word.” Urey sighed.
***
Rita walked home several steps ahead of her husband; several long steps. James tried to keep up with her brisk pace, but he had his heart to think about. He was older now. He wasn’t the young athlete he once was, but Rita seemed to still have some youth within her. She must really be mad , he thought. Normally she’d be yelling at me by now . And no sooner did that thought conclude than she turned around and did just that. “Can you pick up the pace, James? My God you’re slow.” The crowd that had dispersed from the front of the cathedral kept a slower pace than James himself did, but he acquiesced to his wife’s commands without question; par for the course, as he was fond of saying.
“ Come on, you git. Hurry up,” she ordered. Sweat beaded heavily on his brow and began the long trek down his forehead and past his eyes. Soon the beads were streams running down his face. His labored breathing didn’t help his speed any. Rita, the dutiful citizen and wife that she was, ignored her husband’s discomforts. She was far too angry to take notice of anything but her own thoughts.
Even though great changes were occurring throughout the parish, James knew his loveless marriage to Rita Morgan would forever be etched in pain and sorrow.
***
Teret Finley went straight home that night, but she didn’t sleep. How could she? Tossing and turning, images of blood running through Decon’s fingers flashed across her mind. What was she going to say to the students the next day? As parochial vicar, she had a responsibility to keep the students informed of the goings on in the parish, but not this…no way. Her lessons would go as planned. If Brother Decon wanted to make a personal classroom appearance to explain the events of the evening before, then that was his prerogative.
As she lay in her bed, images of Rita Morgan continuously flashed in her mind. Rita had been a thorn in her side since she became parochial vicar thirteen years ago. It all started when the most obnoxious child in the world arrived for her first day of school. “My mommy doesn’t like you,” said this stout girl with bushy brown hair and freckles. She carried herself with a presence of superiority. She just knew she was better than everyone else, but as far as Teret could see the only thing better about her was that she was certainly the best fed among the students, appearing nearly three times bigger than the second largest girl her age.
“ I’m sorry to hear that, Abby, I really am.”
“ My
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