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THE PEOPLE, PLACES, AND EVENTS CONTAINED IN ST MUCKYMUCK ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. ANY AND ALL RESEMBLANCES TO REAL PEOPLE, REAL PLACES, AND/OR REAL EVENTS PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
IN FACT, ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING AT ALL WILL BE REMARKABLY COINCIDENTAL.
Tuesday, 7:34 pm
Tempestfork Pub
Monsignor Black entered the Tempestfork Pub and looked around. The dark paneled establishment was full to capacity but it wasn’t long before he spotted Emma waving back at him from a booth in a dark corner of the pub.
“Hello, Emma. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” he said. “You’re something wonderful.”
“Oh, my pleasure, Monsignor. You’ll never walk alone. Not while I’m around. Please sit down.”
“I knew that your many years of experience would be most beneficial. With your help, I’ll be the Bishop of Teithmen before you can say ‘Numpty Biscotti!’” he roared with arrogant laughter.
“Not a problem, Monsignor. I’m quite happy to help you out! Quite happy. In this box is what we discussed. Just follow the step by step instructions I’ve included in the package and you’ll be absolutely fine.”
“Right you are, Emma!”
A very handsome boy came to their table with olive-complexioned skin dressed in a puffy white poet’s shirt and cut off shorts revealing stunningly smooth and muscular legs. “Here you are, Emma, my dear!”
“Why, thank you, Rafa, darling. How’s your kitty these days?”
“Well, she made a full recovery,” said Rafa.
“Oh, I’m so glad. I was worried for a few days about her,” said Emma, consolingly.
“Yes, there was a turning point night before last. The Archbishop said a prayer then, last night and this morning. I’m sure it did the trick!”
“No doubt!” said Emma. “Please get whatever the Monsignor wishes on me.”
He ordered a strawberry daiquiri and then peered into the flat box Emma had handed him, scanning down the list of instructions quickly.
“This doesn’t appear too bad,” said Black.
“Don’t worry, I will come to the chapter house and personally get you ready for the rehearsal on Thursday night.”
“Wonderful,” he said.
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