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    The Promise

    <b>Shane:</b> That is the most ridiculous…

    <b>Dash:</b> Pile of ***** you ever heard? Yeah I know.

    Alice went in the fridge and grabbed herself another beer as Shane just shook her head while snickering into her own bottle.

    <b>Shane:</b> My favorite one…is that Father Joe used to be an assassin for the IRA and fled here with his twin children after a cheiftan killed his beloved wife…and when he got here he raised his children to be assassins but then he got in trouble and turned to the church to hide only his crazy rogue daughter refused to give up the life and still acts as a sharp shooter…..they say you can see her walking on rooftops in the middle of the night.

    <b>Alice:</b> You’ve got to be shitting me! I mean I know they are teens but no one would repeat that story.

    Alice took a swig of her beer. Shane made a sign of the cross with her beer.

    <b>Shane:</b> Swear on St. Hops of Barley….heard it two days after I resurfaced…I can hear everything when I’m in the confessionals.

    @}~~~~~

    Alice stretched out at the table and realized she’d nodded off as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. Snowpeas that were stuck to her forehead fell to the table and she flicked them away. Shane stood at the stove with a wooden spoon topped off with fried rice and shrimp held out for Dash to taste.

    <b>Dash:</b> Mmmm…I tell you Shane its fine, its perfect if you toss anything else in that pan and you’ll ruin it.

    Shane tossed the spoon on the counter in a huff and rubbed her chin.

    <b>Shane:</b> Something’s missing, I just can’t figure it out.

    Alice tip toed over and wrapped her arms around Shane’s waist causing her to jump before settling back into her arms.

    <b>Alice:</b> Dash can you set the table while I taste test?

    Dash went outside for a smoke, knowing Shane needed a good talking to. Shane picked up the spoon and pushed and poked at the food. Alice kissed the back of her neck and made her way gently around to the nape of her neck causing Shane to supress a small growl.

    <b>Shane:</b> Can you taste this please?

    Alice hadn’t recognized the childlike whisper until she realized it was tone Shane had only used with her the one time they were behind closed doors.

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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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