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    The Promise

    <b>Father Joe:</b> Hmmm how bout ya get the three classes ta each do somethin for thirty minutes with sets and everything.

    <b>Shane:</b> What…wait but my group is doing Hamlet yours is doing boring old Oedipus…and

    Alice looked at Shane like she was crazy as she pouted and pushed the remainging food around on the plate she shared with Van.

    <b>Van:</b> Awww is little Sammy mad she can’t do her precious Hamlet.

    <b>Alice:</b> Who’s Sammy?

    Shane’s face went from a ghostly pale to an infuriated response as she stood up and stormed out the room.

    <b>Dash:</b> You always have to take things to the next ***** level don’t you?

    <b>Van:</b> You’re one to talk.

    <b>Alice:</b> Okay what the ***** just happened?

    Father Joe gave Van a stern look as he was absently piling more food on his plate. Van looked up when he felt all the eyes in the room on him.

    <b>Van:</b> What? Come on Father, she’s always being so…

    Van put down his fork and looked around the table as Alice got up to go talk to Shane.

    <b>Father Joe:</b> It’s time Van.

    Van looked at Father Joe with a questioning in his eyes.His dark hair was all over the place but his emerald eyes showed not only his guilt, but years of pain and anger.

    <b>Van:</b> She did this not me.

    <b>Father Joe:</b> But you’re dragging it out…it was a lifetime ago…you’re a different man now.

    <b>Dash:</b> And she’s a different woman.

    <b>Van:</b> Stay out of this, its adult business.

    Dash pushed away from the table causing her chair to fall over before she stormed off to the backyard.

    <b>Father Joe:</b> You need ta work on ya bedside manner.

    <b>Van:</b> I’m going to be a surgeon, I don’t need to

    <b>Father Joe:</b> And you’re a priest! Ya chose both! Ya must lead em when necessary and guide when possible. You’re supposed ta forgive when others won’t Van. I need ta know that da church will be in good hands when I step down.

    Van’s Head snapped up.

    <b>Van:</b> What? No…I’m Not…we’ve already discussed this…

    <b>Father Joe:</b> I can’t do this forever Van.

    Dash came back in to see Shane sitting on the counter with a cigarette dangling from her hand.

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    1. just stopping to say glad you are back I lost hope for this story and then here you are. I haven’t read it yet i printed it and will read tonight or on my way to work tomorrow.Thanks

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