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I looked up at Father Dom, he had a look of worry on his face and I wouldn't blame him. "Look, I'm sorry for what Paul and Jesse did."
"It is not your fault Susannah. I should have turned down Mr. Slater when he came to me a week ago asking if he can train as a priest."
"I should go and find Jesse. He must be angry."
"Maybe some other time we can talk without distractions. And it's nice to see you back at the Mission again Susannah."
"Yeah, Father D, it's good to be back." That was a lie. Why did I come back? Why did I come back when I knew something like this would happen? Well guess what, I didn't know something like this would happen. I thought Paul would've taken the hint when Jesse punched him at Brad's Party to take a hike.
I needed to get away from all this toil so I decided to walk to the cemetery that was next to the Mission. It had always been a favorite spot of mine because there weren't any ghosts and it was serene. Well it would be if there weren't so many dead bodies around, but hey, it gave me a place to think.
I strolled over to a very familiar grave. Tracing the name on the tombstone had been too familiar to me. "Why Jesse, why did I have to see you again?"
"So you never wanted to see me again?" I turned my head around, I knew who it was already.
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I knew 'things' would happen. But I didn't know Paul would be back." I stood close to Jesse, but it seemed like he was backing away from me.
"Querida, I'm sorry about earlier. I was out of line."
"Well don't be sorry. I thought you were very brave." I swear I saw a smile flicker across his face. We both leaned in and kissed.
"Excuse me Miss?" I reluctantly parted to stare at this girl. She was about eighteen and looked like she came from the 1850's. I admit it, she was pretty, too pretty almost. She had the blackest hair which was in a bun on top of her head, her eyes were the bluest I've ever seen and she looked just perfect. I looked up at Jesse, who had his mouth open. Okay, now I'm jealous.
"Yes...?" I really didn't want to know her name nor anything about her since she had Jesse under her "spell."
"My name is Elizabeth Croker, and I hear you can resolve my problems."
"Well you've come to the right place. My name is Suze Simon and this is-"
"Hector de Silva, Miss Croker." And do you know what Jesse did? He went up to her and kissed the back of her hand. Men. I had to hold back Jesse or he would've made out with her on the spot, I mean if I weren't there. And she blushed and giggled.
"Okay, Miss Whatever it was-"
"Elizabeth Croker." She had the nerve to interrupt me.
"Yeah, whatever. Okay what is it you need?"
"Well I need you to resolve my problem."
"And that would be...?"
"Well, I need you to tell my descendents that it's under the left lever." On top of everything, Paul and Jesse and stuff, I've got this bitch, that seems to be very fond of my Jesse.