*As all ways I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I am just blessed to use the characters for awhile.
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The women stepped up to the microphone one on one side the other on the other side. Pastor Catherine had already explained to the crowd that the poem was written by Alley and was to have been read before the church in a few weeks but now would be read by the two. Jane was facing the left side so she had a front row seat to Judy McDermott's reactions. When Pastor Catherine mentioned Bethany's name along side of Alley's is when the slightest bit of a scrum started. Then looking down at her skirt and brushing away of imaginary lent.
Maura starts reciting:
How can words form when looking at all
the beauty that Love creates.
Seeing this... one wants to be a part... so they walk forward
not realizing happiness is protected by a locked gate.
Puzzled now by what they see... they stand and watch as person after person tries to
fight, bribe or beg their way in...
never stopping to watch as a child passes thru with nothing but a grin.
Troubled and confused the heart wonders "Why?"
When beauty surrounds us all... how can happiness be totally denied?
Jane hears her cue to start:
"It is never obtained," answers the voice of beauty,
because humans believe that it can be won by performing some self righteous acts or duties...
But in truth... happiness is Love's treasure that is already been contained within...
Only judging can truly be called the weight of sin.
As Jane read the last line of her part of the poem... she found herself looking eye to eye with Judy McDermott. She felt like she was looking at Hoyt again as deathly eyes stared her down with disgust. There was no fear of the honest words just pure hate looking at her. Jane in that moment wondered how the religion she grew up in... the religion of loving one another as yourself could produce this woman and even honor her as Godly. Yet this same religion of love had produced Pastor Catherine. Who had protected the innocent hearts of total opposite of the evil she was looking at in that moment.
Maura reached and held Jane's arm pulling her from her thoughts and the staring contest she was having. She lead Jane back to their seats so the service could continue. It was in the moment Jane bent down to sit that she saw the glance away to a pallbearer over in the corner who was wearing a bandage on his right hand and a fat lip in the front. Got ya Jane thought as she caught Maura's eyes and nodded towards the young man standing by the wall waiting to help put Alley in her final resting place from here on out.
She deiced that she wouldn't disturb the ceremony but pick the man up after the grave yard rituals. He wasn't going anywhere... but she wanted to see if the witch would make contact with him at the gravy sight. Oh... she hoped they so would meet or something. She just knew that Judy McDermott wasn't innocent but she couldn't prove it just yet.
Maura watched as emotion after emotion flooded Jane's face. No longer was her new found kissing mate in the wonderment of desire but a hunter on the prowl. She knew Jane had saw something and was hoping for the best for the rest of the ceremony... but given the glares from Jane... she was losing hope but happy that it might be over for those left here to hurt. The last thought came as she saw a young man comforting Mrs. Cater's tears that hadn't stopped since being notified of her little girls death.
*Okay... I'm ending this here for now... I'm going to let you digest a bit because the whirl wind is a coming soon.