Date Written: 1/4/06
Rating: K+
Word Count: 309
Characters/Pairings: Dee, Mother, OCs
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: I was in a mood today. So here.
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"Sister Maria, while no one here is trying to tell you that what you're doing is wrong--"
"You're not able to give me any money at this time to help with the keep up of my church," Maria Lane finished, rolling her eyes and throwing her hands up in the air. "What else is new?"
"Sister--"
"Father, please," she interrupted the aging man in black, holding up her hand. "I understand why the Church cannot give me funds for the orphanage, nor have I ever asked for them. However, I do not like having to come all the way downtown to hear the same thing year after year. I believe that a telephone call would suffice?"
The priest simply sighed and shook his head.
"Why do you do this, Sister Lane"
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"Get in bed, Penguin's coming!"
Maria shook her head as she heard Dee's voice, followed by the pitter-patter of little feet up the wooden stairs. She snuck up behind Dee and pulled on his ear. "What have I said about Penguin?"
"Ow! I'm sorry, Mother!"
"You'd better be," she growled fondly before pressing a kiss against her son's head. Dee was seventeen and currently the oldest child at the orphanage.
She was also the proudest of him, but she'd never tell anyone that.
"How was St. Patrick's?" Dee asked, following the aging nun into the kitchen. He watched as she set a kettle on the stove and dug around for two mugs.
"Eh, same old same old. Didn't tell me anything I don't already know."
Dee shrugged. "That's beauocracy for you."
"That's parochialism for you," Maria corrected, dumping cocoa mix into one mug and dropping a bag of tea into the other.
Her son said thank you when she handed him his drink, and gave her a kiss good night before he went to bed.
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"Trust me, Father. I have my reasons"
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