The holiday
was finally over for the brothers Conn
Lepre, Ayre, Mod and John
And after a binge
with Blaine till the light of dawn
They
embraced him at the shore and then they were gone
As he
watched them set sail in the drizzling rain
He felt the
inevitable stab of pain
And wondered
if or when he would see them again
He watched
their boat until it drifted out to sea
Before he made
his way back to the monastery
Suddenly the
rain began to pour
And he
hurriedly ran to the monastery door
The wind
picked up and became very gusty
And in his
rush for shelter he collided with Chrustie
The nun’s
vociferous cry had a high pitched sound
As she lost
her footing and fell to the ground
Blaine
immediately sank to his knees
“My dear
Sister Agatha, my sincere apologies!”
“Help me to
my feet, you blithering fool. Grab a hold of my hands and pull.”
“Ye can
count yersel’ lucky ye had a soft place to land,” said Blaine as soon as he
helped her to stand.
Sister
Agatha eyed him with disdain. “I’d say no more if I were you, Brother Blaine.
Lest you want some serious pain.”
They
intensity of her eyes shook him with surprise. “No, Sister Agatha. I do
apologise.”
“Actually,
it’s you I’ve come here to see.”
“Me?”
“The prank
and the murder I took to our committee, but I’m afraid for your part, they were
devoid of pity.”
Blaine fell
to his knees and began to cry. “Please, Sister Agatha. I’m not ready to die!”
“There is
another way, but you can’t delay. If you really want to survive; bring back the
other two, dead or alive.”
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