"Hi, mrs moorman? ""Who're you? ""Why, Gordino. The electrician. ""Oh, why yes. Come on in.""You look like rose after the titanic like they say""Should I take that as a compliment? "She smiled"its just like saying I'm pretty and ugly at the same time you know. ""Well you are.""What do you mean? ""You are pretty ugly. ""Ouch. ""Don't mind me, you just look tossed over the board mind I ask what the problem is?""I believe I have one you can fix for me, gordino. ""Right. "He got into the home, closing the door behind him. "Oh no, "she said"I'll be going out right now. "Out side the side glassing, montoya looked at her reflection--taking a meaning to the electricians word. She knew she was very beautiful. Not so beautiful, but at least significantly so. Only that her eyes were tired, just too tired. She thought of philberts favorite joke for a distraction. What school teacher have the greenest thumb. The
They took her behind what seemed like a barn. "Jesus Christ! "Dr montoya swore when Charles Roach tried to start his cigarette. "Sorry. "He muttered. And she told him to have a little respect for God.Dr Flavio fleeing was a 25 year old kid, graduated from oxford with high respect. He had a kid brother and an older sister who bloody well loved the convent, she was a nun at the vale vaticano in Rome. They first passed a wretched poster that had in writing Dominican convent 45,0084 and a telephone code with a website. It stated no breakfast and no curfew. It had in writing, the little brothers of the holy family, another house for pilgrims. Charles saw her gaze. "The convent took guests. ""Took. ""Not anymore Dr. "Said flavio. She noticed his green eyes when his gaze turned towards her. He had a handsome grimace. "Now the majority of my fathers monks spends the day praying and worshiping in the church, reading through the bible and meditating. The rest of the d
From Frantically trying the keys, Dr flavio went to kicking the door while Ursa approached and montoya screamed. The priests praying must have stopped. The chanting songs had seized. The door flew open. They all ran in, shutting it, finding themselfs in a library. Flavio hurried quickly to pick up the cross statue on the window sill getting ready for the door. The door opened and he would have smarked brother mark in the head with it. Charles roach bursted out in laughter to kill the dread quating that it was wierd that brother mark should look like a girl from a distance. Dr flavio got a chalk, not chaotically happy now, but frienzy."this is scientifically explainable, Mrs moorman. "He said"what we just experienced right now. Its what I wanted to talk to you about before you meet with the client. ""What do you want mark? ""I heard your noise down stairs. "Said brother mark"is everything ok? ""Yeah it is. "Replied Charles who could not resist
Non of it made sense that minute because montoya recalled picking up her bag and stumbling through the darkness with Dr flavio and Roach's voice calling for her."wait, mrs moorman,"he said"you haven't heard all that we've got too say." Maybe because Roach afterwards would not stop to bore her about the history of religious communities, like a reproach. He spoke about women who joined the community as aspirants, and the lot of paperworks it involved, to be deemed fit by psychologists or doctors. They would also write essays about their relationship with God before they could qualify to become postulants. All nonsense he spoke until Dr montoya couldn't bear to stand him any longer. While Dr flavio made rants about a possible human in attempt to turn our world into a zombie apocalypse, and thank God adulf Cain was dead, because he was a monster. He had the mark. He had the devil. He was just the zombie. He showed her what seemed like black and white photographs (autopsie
In excuse that she had not stumbled into the convent for no apperent reason, she decided that she was here because she wanted to see the father benerd. Charles Roach did not go into father bernerds room with her, and brother mark remained at the door. "D-did you know that the n-nuns were the first argueble feminist, mrs m-moorman? "Said the priest, he was atop his bed. Would never be able to get up without his wheel chair, they knew. Not after the accident. What she found to be quite shocking however, was the priest stating what mr Roach had actually said in her delusion. She was sick to the stomach because the man looked so ill."everyone will get their time doctor. "He was saying, but she was staring at his wrinkled up hands and face. His eyes were too red, and what was that smell? "Find our guest a glass of water, will you, mark? ""I am no guest father. "He smiled"of course. Adulf, good boy. They told me what happened. ""I'm over it. ""Philbert s
The fact is we're all wrong about everything, Rylee. Dr Axel was saying, only that she wasn't listening. Or was rather doing so too keenly, but a nothing less polite look was a century old cue for disinterest. Good thing that Axel Hunt did not care. Good thing that he had his ciger buried between his lips and smoking, even after he'd promised not to, after a brief while on speaking on trust. We shouldn't trust ourselves too much,he said. Its all your screwed up thinking and wishes marshed up, dr. We're never aware of what we don't know, he explained. It was his answer to her wierd ability to witness the improbable. "You can be less wrong, Rylee. "He said between puffs though"its not with you this all began. ""What? ""Huh? ""What do you think I'm talking about? ""I seem to gather that you are finding it hard to grasp we are all fallible creatures, but I don't see you accepting such a fact except the sooner the better. ""I have halluci
Hunt took another drag as he would on a milkshake only it was his ciger. He sighed. It was a sigh that tried to explain he'd seen all these countless of times. He did not deal with children. He dealt with Adults. Axel hunt got up with a grunt. He was quite a heavy man, quite stormy and un smiling, but with eyes ever humurous you couldn't tell when he was on joke or about to take your life. Dr montoya did not trust men with eyes like that. Or men who let their beards grow so long like some longshoreman. The next minute he was standing beside her, staring out the window together with her gaze, to find it was resting on the tree. "Its artificial. "He whispered "my kids loved it. ""Yeah, its not real. "She sounded broken. "All you have is just false perceptions that seem to make you assume they're compellingly real. Visual or auditory hallucinations are the most common fazes I've dealth with. You hear something in a sense of the actual stimulus, most common
DAY 5Mrs Damaris Cain the mother of Adulf Cain had phoned, again. She reached for moorman's residence and wished to speak with the therapist dr montoya, philbert moorman answered staring at his wife taking an advil pill from the kitchen, with her hair absolutely tattered, stated that his wife was not home. He tapped his fingers on the cabinet tensely and wished he had a pack of molborro lights between his finger, then he remembered that he was catholic. DAY 6The day they visited Adulf Cains grave montoya moorman did not come. It was philbert alone, and the neighbors dog, bone, who had somewhat been a companion for the kid. Philbert moorman drove across the seemingly harmless patroits bridge thinking why people didn't stop to make life any more beziare. Bone barked when the car slowed at the cemetary, Campbell Wallace was there, digging a ditch or whatever the heck it was he was doing. Philbert moorman knew Campbell Wallace as the man who smelt like sin and who ne