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Kevin stared at his coffee cup, afraid to look into the eyes of his former mentor and to be honest, to the only adult he ever trusted in those years. If it hadn’t been for father Russ’ intervention all those years ago who knows how he would have turned out. Well, he had a job to do now, and it wasn’t always easy but he had little choice. He couldn’t beg off the assignment and so here he was. Slowly, with a heavy heart he raised his troubled eyes to stare into the compassionate and caring face of a rather still startled friend.
“I guess I should tell you first that I am not really here socially....”
“No? And in what capacity are you here then Kevin?”
Something about the tone and the way Kevin tried to look at him, but couldn’t,made Russ feel a chill go down his spine. There was something wrong and for some reason the messenger bringing it to him was from his past, which did not bode well. He composed himself inside, and with a look of concern he stared at young Kevin. He didn’t really see the current Kevin, instead his eyes saw the young long haired youth who was always getting into trouble, always trying to get his attention. Well, he had it now.
“Father..... I... uh....”
“Come on now Kevin.... spit it out.”
“Always the teacher hey father?..... yes I suppose I should just get it out.”
Kevin stood up now, to his full height and he walked back to the wall of special pictures. He studied them closely once more but he wasn’t really seeing the photo’s there. Instead he was seeing something else, something that had brought him here to his old mentor’s home. A small tear trickled down his face. Squaring his shoulder, Kevin turned back to face Father Russ.
“Father... I work with the police department now... in the sexual abuse division.” “Really?... that must be a very tough assignment Kevin.... but what does that have to do with me? .... surely you aren’t....”
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