The Internet Murder Continues ........Look for me at Word On The Street, Jun 11&12, 22 (Sat & Sun) Queens Park Toronto (Indie Section I should be)

She raised herself up from the soft sofa with a bit of difficulty, to tend to Fr. Francis. She walked slowly to the kitchen. Fr. Francis was still sitting there, her scones untouched. He was praying the rosary. He usually prayed in Church or in his room. She could hear him talking to God sometimes. Sometimes he would be arguing with God. She was sure that God must have a special place in his heart, because she wouldn’t dream of talking to God like that. Fr. Santinelli didn’t talk to God like that. In matter of fact, she doesn’t remember Fr. Santinelli talking to God very much at all. “Now, I wonder why?” she pondered, in a whisper. “Fr. Francis, I have some nice mushroom soup, just the way you like it. Please let me warm up some for you, please Fr. Francis?” “Francis looked up at the frail woman. He thought of her as his own personal angel. She kept him grounded. Her presence provided a sense of normality. She was like a mother to him. “Thank you, Mrs. Delany. I would love some.” Francis didn’t really feel like eating, but Mrs. Delany looked so upset about him that he was concerned about her frailty. He was also very much aware of how he had raised his voice earlier. She beamed with pleasure and walked slowly to the fridge to prepare them both some lunch. ” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” Apple Books.