Umber (45.7 — Brigid O’Toole’s Story)

July 24, 2012 § Leave a comment

I couldn’t hear what Vera and Father Hoolihan were talking about, but it was hours before he finally stood up to leave.  They didn’t know I was watching, but I saw him staring intently at her for several long moments while she looked rather flustered.  Something about his expression seemed unpriestly, and I started to wonder just what he was saying to her.  I was about to rush in and take a seat between them, but just then the doorknob rattled, and in walked Leroy, drunk as a skunk.  He said, “Are you still here?” to the priest, then went to the kitchen and helped himself to Vera’s savings in the cookie jar.  He walked out of the house, saying to Vera, “Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be late.”

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