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Chapter 8 (Ninth Key)
'The thing is, Susannah, Jesse-"
Father D was talking to me and Jesse. I was trying to concentrate but Father D's talk was a yawn. No that I'm glad that I get to skip History class. I was sitting in a red seat across from Father Dom and Jesse was in a blue seat next to me. We had become quite close, over the past few months. No, nothing romantic. He was going out with Kelly Prescott. I thought he was smarter than that but I guess I was wrong.
'As mediators ans shifters-which is what we all are-we have responsobility. We have responsobility to aid and solace to those unfortunate souls who are suffering between the living and dead. You see, children, it is our duty to help them". Father D fingered an unopened pack of ciggies, and regarded me with those big baby blue eyes of his. "but when one's spiritual liason takes it's fist and slams it into one's face…well, you can see how that isn't the kind of trust we want to establish between our troubled sisters and brothers"
I rolled my eyes and studied my nails. While Jesse was busy agreeing with Father Dom, I interrupted. Jesse's pretty cool. We talk and stuff but we're not really close buds 'n' all.
"Yeah" I said "but if your troubled brothers and sisters are giving us a hard time, I don't see why it's such a crime to teach them a bit of a lesson by-"
"But, don't you see, Susannah?"Father Dom clenched the pack of cigarettes. I've only known him for a while, but when he starts fondling his ciggies-which he never by the way smoked- it meant he was upset.That, at the moment, apperared to be me.
"That is why your called a media- I mean, a shifter. Your supposed to help these lost souls not bash them up".
"Look, Father D" I said " I don't know whet kinda ghost you've been dealing with lately, bu the ones I've been dealing with are about as likely to find spiritual fulfillment as I'm gonna find a decent NY style pizza in this town. It ain't gonna happen. These people are going to hell or they're going to heaven or they're going onto therir next life as a slug or something, but anyway you slive it, sometimes they need a little butt-kicking to get them there…"
"Aren't we the optomist" a voice behind me drawled.
"Slater" Jesse who had kept completely silent until now, growled. Bang! Was that just the sound of their egos popping!
"Rico Suave" Paul said.
"No, no, no, Susannah" Father Dom ignored Jesse and Paul. Father Dom leaned forwards. He couldn't lean forwards too much a week or so before because on of those troubled sisters or brothers tried to…oh yeah, kill him.
He was getting pretty handy with his crutches. He could chase little kids up and down the halls, if he had to.
Paul and Jesse were just standing there glaring at each other. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Father D.
"Susannah" Father Dom said tiredly "You, Jesse and I, for better or worse, were born with an incredible gift"
"There you go again with that incredible gift. Frankly, I don't see it that way" I replied.
"We'll talk about this later, Susannah" Father D lowered his voice "Ah! Paul, so nice for you to join us. I'm glad you're here. Now, we can all talk about what's holding you back".
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