The Reverend And His Plaything

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My phone buzzed a few times in my pocket during the trip, but I ignored it. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone-not

weird mix of relief and nerves. The place was huge, almost intimidating.

the driver said as he

the back and opened the trunk, then started hau

manage the r

I said quickly, grabbing one of the

. I stood there for a moment, looking at the front doo

o grab the secon

ia

ing fast for her age, arms already outstretc

ack, dropping everythi

ting my back, her perfume filling my nose. Th

her shoulder, planting kisses on her

he said, tappin

rubbing the spot with a

let you come, you'd never have bothered. And now you're here saying

ou. You know how life ge

ied?" she snapped, hand on h

looked down. Tha

nder. "I messed up. Can you forgive me, please?

straight face but th

ke it," I said

husband, your granddaught

around her as I pulled one

she said

emory. The smell of baked bread and old wood hit me first. The hallway still ha

anything," I said

d simply. "I like

little," Grandma said, stepping into the room with me. "B

ween us stretched for a few seconds. It was comfor

"I signed us both up for vo

ked. "

ake you there, and you can meet our new Reverend Father. He's so hands

my head

the young girls in town would be circl

ked, raising a brow. "Wo

narrowing her eyes and p

, shaking

good for you," she said, her tone t

a church wasn't exactly w

in your mind? Sitting here crying ove

me up re

ger at her. "Mother t

ndma said, smirking. "That's why she's my daugh

eyes but smi

omething new," she added

slowly.

eved in those anymore. But if anyone

s old town still had s

someone-I was

me help me in the kitchen," Grandma

as hoping I'd come out and smell food already cooking. Y

spoon," she warned, narrowing her eyes. "Your mother mus

about it," I said, grinning. "But, Grandma... this is the

it back into style," s

k off, then paused

othing too exposed. I don't want any c

ay before I c

ho even cares what any