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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 1:47:42 GMT -5
*He shook his head and laughed, but his heart twinged remembering Scarlett.*
"No; ye know as well as I that I'd have told me parents by now, and they'd have made me marry her proper." *He said it lightly, but there was a sadness to his tone.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 1:50:46 GMT -5
*Kathy noted his tone, but did not shy away from the subject--they had been too close for too many years to tiptoe around these things.*
"Aaaaah, so it's some colleen who's caught yer eye but ye canna offer for her yet?" *she said with a knowing nod.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 1:52:50 GMT -5
*He sighed.*
"No, she's got family and money issues as well." *He said softly.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 1:54:07 GMT -5
*Kathy rubbed his back with a gentle and comforting hand.*
"Yer a patient boy, Michael McNamara. If she'll wait for ye, ye'll wait for her. I know that. Ye'll be alright someday."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 1:56:35 GMT -5
*He shook his head.*
"I promised her I would. An' I will, o'course. It's her brother what's sick... she's one of quads."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:00:57 GMT -5
*Kathy gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth.*
"Dear God...that's terrible. I'll pray for her...and her brother."
*She tilted her head to look at Michael.*
"Do y'attend Mass, still?"
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:02:25 GMT -5
"'Course I do, what kinda Catholic d'you take me for? Every Sunday, ten AM, St. Joe's in town."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:07:14 GMT -5
"We must just miss one another. I go to the sunrise services..." *she said with a smile.* "I'm too used to getting up early every other day of the week."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:08:51 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
"I can join ye, Kath. I'd rather not be the only member of staff goin' to a proper Catholic service."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:10:54 GMT -5
"Tch, I know what ye mean. One o' the kitchen boys saw me cross myself after prayin' over me supper an' he asked me what I was doin' wavin' me hands about. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry."
*She stuck out her hand to shake his.*
"See you on Sunday at the sunrise, then? Promise me, now."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:11:57 GMT -5
*He instead jokingly offered a pinky.*
"Pinky swear." *He teased.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:13:37 GMT -5
*Kathy hooked her pinky around his and gave it a wrench only enough to make him yowl a bit but do no real harm.*
"An' I'll write yer mother if you don't come."
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:17:52 GMT -5
**SOME MONTHS LATER. WHEN IT IS WARM.**
*Michael lazed about on a warm Sunday afternoon after Mass, tired from the week.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 29, 2007 2:22:44 GMT -5
*Kathy saw him lying on the grass under a tree far back on the grounds of the estate. A minute later, a small pebble hit him in the face. Then another, and a bright golden head ducked further behind a hedge as she tried to stifle a chuckle and a grin.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 29, 2007 2:26:52 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
"You'll pay for that one, Kath." *He said lazily, not intending on moving.*
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