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Chapter 29
Heaven's Porch
Feel
the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can,
spoonman
Speak the rhythm on your own
Speak the rhythm all
alone, spoonman
Spoonman, come together with your hands
Save
me, I'm together with your plan
Save me!
All my friends are
Indians
All my friends are brown and red, spoonman
All my
friends are skeletons
They beat the rhythm with their bones,
spoonman!
"Aye, come on Mia," Connor bugged and I let out a tired moan, why are they making me go to church...? I'm not even that religious... Murphy rushed up behind me and grabbed my arm tugging me along with his perky speed. How can they be this bright at 7 in the morning...?
Last night I could barely sleep, I kept twisting and turning, no position I laid in was comfortable. So finally I settled on my back and let out a ragged sigh of hopelessness in finding a good sleeping spot. My eyes scanned half tiredly, half wide awake at the gray ceiling, dark and odd shapes danced infront of my vision and so I closed my eyes. Then sleep started its way in, consuming my mind and making my body completely relaxed.
And now here I was being dragged to church, lucky Nolan got to sleep soundly on the couch. I didn't see why I had to go with them, but Connor insisted and Murphy said I needed some "churchin' up." I let out another sigh and sat between the MacManus twins. Though I had to admire the beautiful exterior of the place, with its high walls and gorgeously made stained glass. The huge statue of the crucified Jesus made me stare in complete awe.
I snapped out of my trance when Murphy tapped me on the leg and I realized everyone was in prayer and I quickly ducked my head down to watch my fidgeting hands, what am I doing here...?
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"Lass, ye not very religious?" Murphy asked with a cigarette clamped in his lips and he wrapped an arm over my shoulder. He let out a happy chuckle at my embarrassed expression, "Don' worry 'bout it." Connor strode up next him and he took a deep drag from his own cigarette, blowing out the smoke slowly and he scanned the scenery. All three of us stood beside the entrance of the enormous church.
The cool air felt refreshing and crisp, which gave a new spark to the day.
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"Where's Connor and Nolan?" I asked nonchalantly while taking a sip of water on my left and reading a newspaper. Murphy and I were sitting at the kitchen table, which had become a great gathering place for everyone. Such as my couch became a great resting place to recover from external or internal wounds.
"Hmmm, I'm not really sure where Nolan is," Murphy replied taking a bite from a turkey sandwhich, "And Connor said he 'ad ta run some where," He shrugged and leaned on the chair he rested in, lacing his fingers on the back of his head. He raised his eyebrows up and down at me, "So it's jus' you an' me babe." I gave him a mock disgusted look and threw a bag of chips at him. Murphy put his hands up to defend himself, laughing the whole time. "Jus' jokin' lass!"
I rolled my eyes and smiled at him, "Sure, Murphy, sure."
Murphy grinned and rested his hands palms down on the table. "Ye know lass, I did have a bit of a crush on ye, I think," I froze and my heart skipped a beat, where the hell did this come from?! He sat back again and a mischievous smirked skittered on his lips, "But I thought you might get pregnant if I kissed ye..." What the hell is he talking about! You can't get pregnant from kissing someone...
"Murphy, shut up," I muttered, "Before you get yourself into more shit..." He put his hands into the air as if showing me he didn't have any weapons.
"Aye okay, okay," Murphy said and he then took another bite from his sandwich and also took a handful of chips and placed them on the plate his sandwich was on. I sighed and started reading the paper again. My eyes froze on a small artical, it didn't look big on the paper but the headline jumped at me like a smack to the face. I sucked in some air, scarcly breathing.
Mob Informat Gone Missing
Nolan Fallon, a mob informat that was going to testify
against the Russian mob that he was working for
has gone missing on Thursday of last week. He is 24 years
old, with green eyes and dark hair. He said that he is sick of the mob getting
away with their 'crimes'. Fallon was suppose to testify on Saturday
but never showed up. We have reason to believe that he was
'taken care of'. Police are looking into it now.
"Murphy! Murphy look!" I squawked slamming the paper on the table and pressing my pointer finger above the artical headline, "Nolan! He's... or was..."
"A Russian informat...?" Murphy glanced up at me with surprise and confusion written on his face, I stared back at him with the same emotions. We turned our heads when we heard the creaking of the floor.
"Aye... it's true," Nolan exclaimed quietly, his head was low, "I wanted ta make it stop an' the only way I knew how... was ta testify. But then... I came 'ere," He paused and lifted his chin up, eyes letting off a shimmer, "I knew that the Russian's would kill me if I went against them an' livin' 'ere has been the best moments of meh life." Nolan took a ragged breath and shoved his hands in his jackets pockets, "If I testified, that meant I'd probably never see ye guys again..." I knew he was sincere and truthful into what he was saying, I couldn't be mad at him. "I'm... sorry fer not sayin' anythin'."
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