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“Fr. Francis sat looking at his tea. He didn’t even like tea. Mrs. Delany knew he drank coffee. Why did she make him tea? He looked up to see Mrs. Delany hovering over him, making a fuss. “Mrs. Delany, please sit down.” “Yes, Father.” He felt himself returning to some semblance of normality, whatever that was. He did not think he would ever feel normal again. Mrs. Delany had been in a whirl about what had happened to poor old Fr. Brown. She herself had been working at the church for forty years, and Fr. Brown, well he had been visiting the Church before then, she was sure. Fr. Brown was like a real father to Fr. Francis. Fr. Francis would call other priests by their first name, but not Fr. Brown. He always called him Father and there was always warmth in his voice. “Please let me make you some eggs. They are fresh from the local farmers. One of the parishioners brought them in a few days ago for you. I have some nice pea-meal bacon and hash brown potatoes, just like you like them, Father.” “Mrs. Delany, please make me some coffee and let me alone for a bit. I am not hungry!” He immediately regretted his tone. He heard her respond and mutter to herself. He realized that he loved this beautiful old soul. She was so selfless. He gazed at her and watched her as she hobbled along to make coffee. “Of course.” She repeated.” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” Apple Books.