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“Father Russ?” “Well, ..... that was a time back, but I was called father russ, and you are?” “Okay, uh, you were Father Russ,..... from the parish on 9th street?” “Yes I was parish priest there for some years..... what is this all about young man?” “I guess you don’t remember me then.... I am Kevin.” “Kevin?..... well let me think now.... I had a Kevin Jorgeson, I think his name was, and then there was a Kevin MacNeely...... let me look at you boy, take those glasses off.” “Still the same Father Russ..... okay.... now do you recognize me?” “Well, you certainly don’t look like the little 14 year old hellion that gave me a rough time every Sunday but I would say you are that Kevin MacNeely who loved to try and wriggle out of Sunday Choir practice..... am I right?” “Hehe.... yes Father you are.” “Enough of that Father stuff.... no longer a priest, so you can just plain call me Russ, ..... so Kevin what brings you here?” “Well you will never be plain anything, at least not to me..... and when I saw your name, well, I just had to come and see if it was the same Father Russ.” “Well it is, so now what? You want to come inside and have a cup coffee with your old tormentor? Fresh made...” “Thank you Fath.... sorry, Russ ... yes that would be nice.” |
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