TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
SEVENTEENTH CONFESSION: and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking
Wolfwood had circled the Gung-Ho Guns' hide out three times before he recognized the forms of his mentor and his girlfriend out about 20 yarz from the path he had worn in the sand. The silhouette of Millie was leaning against Chapel's cross making eccentric motions with her hands, and seeming to be chattering excitedly. Chapel, however, was repeatedly ramming his head into that apple he always carried around.
Wolfwood marched over to the pair, and Millie's happy chatter slowly became audible, ".. and then big little brother said, 'That's not an outlaw; that's my wife!' Hahaha! Isn't that funny, other Mr. Priest?" she asked enthusiastically, not particularly caring that Chapel didn't answer, "One time, little big sister found this spider and she-MR. WOLFWOOD!" she flung herself in Wolfwood's general direction.
Chapel glanced up, and then, realizing Wolfwood was there, jumped up happily as well.
"Wolfwood! Thank God; you're here!" the older man cried happily.
Our favorite priest glanced over Millie's shoulder, as she had attached herself to his midsection. He glared and asked, "And just what were you doing out here with Millie?"
Chapel buried his head in his hands, managing to look as pathetic as he possibly could. (-and let me tell you, folks, Chapel is pretty damn pathetic. He's so pathetic he-) "I confess! I needed to confess to somebody, and my -' sources'-tell me that they had to bribe you, and -I- I..it. was going to kidnap Millie so you'd let me confess, but then she started talking."
"Oh, I love talking to you, other Mr. Priest!" Millie said happily.
Chapel actually began to cry at this point, "Oh God, Wolfwood it was horrible! She just kept-talking! And talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking-"
Wolfwood was getting annoyed.
"--and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking-and then she took a bite out of my apple!" he held the green fruit up for Wolfwood to see. There was, in fact, a neat little tooth mark in it.
Wolfwood shook his head and began to walk away and slowly the sounds of sobbing and "and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking" faded out.
SEVENTEENTH CONFESSION: and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking
Wolfwood had circled the Gung-Ho Guns' hide out three times before he recognized the forms of his mentor and his girlfriend out about 20 yarz from the path he had worn in the sand. The silhouette of Millie was leaning against Chapel's cross making eccentric motions with her hands, and seeming to be chattering excitedly. Chapel, however, was repeatedly ramming his head into that apple he always carried around.
Wolfwood marched over to the pair, and Millie's happy chatter slowly became audible, ".. and then big little brother said, 'That's not an outlaw; that's my wife!' Hahaha! Isn't that funny, other Mr. Priest?" she asked enthusiastically, not particularly caring that Chapel didn't answer, "One time, little big sister found this spider and she-MR. WOLFWOOD!" she flung herself in Wolfwood's general direction.
Chapel glanced up, and then, realizing Wolfwood was there, jumped up happily as well.
"Wolfwood! Thank God; you're here!" the older man cried happily.
Our favorite priest glanced over Millie's shoulder, as she had attached herself to his midsection. He glared and asked, "And just what were you doing out here with Millie?"
Chapel buried his head in his hands, managing to look as pathetic as he possibly could. (-and let me tell you, folks, Chapel is pretty damn pathetic. He's so pathetic he-) "I confess! I needed to confess to somebody, and my -' sources'-tell me that they had to bribe you, and -I- I..it. was going to kidnap Millie so you'd let me confess, but then she started talking."
"Oh, I love talking to you, other Mr. Priest!" Millie said happily.
Chapel actually began to cry at this point, "Oh God, Wolfwood it was horrible! She just kept-talking! And talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking-"
Wolfwood was getting annoyed.
"--and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking-and then she took a bite out of my apple!" he held the green fruit up for Wolfwood to see. There was, in fact, a neat little tooth mark in it.
Wolfwood shook his head and began to walk away and slowly the sounds of sobbing and "and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking" faded out.