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Post by skybright on Jun 12, 2006 3:58:33 GMT -5
Daws nodded slowly. "Then it'd just be rude of us not to, wouldn't it?" She grinned. "Watch yourself out there, hero."
Vance gave a half-salute in response and ambled out of the sanctuary. Daws shook her head.
"That man's either the most useful enemy I ever had -- or the most infuriating ally."
Padre chuckled. "You aren't all roses and slow dancing yourself, y'know."
Daws raised an eyebrow. "I'm not even gonna dignify that with comment." She said dryly. Then she withdrew the envelope Tiernan had given her from her coat and held it out to the priest.
"Here. I dunno how much there is -- but I don't want it. Put it toward Murph Donovan's funeral or somethin' -- he didn't have anybody else." She shrugged sadly. "Tiernan's responsible for him dyin'; Tiernan can pay to . . . y'know."
Father Rick nodded and took the envelope from her hand. "Will I see you on Sunday?" He asked as she rose.
Daws retrieved her fedora and settled it on her head, looking chagrined. "Actually . . . Sid's family is goin' down to Connecticut for the weekend. They asked if I wanted t'come with."
Padre rolled his eyes in mock-exasperation. "Well, I can see where I rate." He chuckled and waved a hand at her. "Have a good time. Enjoy yourself for once -- all this scheming's going to catch up with you otherwise."
"Major Vance is gonna catch up with me otherwise." Daws retorted. She turned and headed for the exit.
"I'll see you next week, Padre."
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