Ten minutes to go, and suddenly we all had to stand up again.“GOOD AFTERNOON, FATHER!”I guess he got tired of waiting, too.“Good afternoon, clas...,” he said. “Be seated. Sister, may I speak with Miss Purple privately?”“Certainly. Miss Purple, would you go with Father Ransom, please?”“No,” I said.“I beg your pardon?”“No, Sister.”“Stand up, young lady ... When a priest asks to speak to you, you go with him, and gratefully. Do you understand?”“No, Sister.”“Get yourself into that corridor as fast as. With waving arms she started yelling at me, telling me what she really thought about me – nothing I hadn’t already heard before, telling me that I had taken her family from her, that she had no one and nothing. In my anger I could still feel somewhat sad for her, although it wasn’t me that had taken everything from her, but the drugs. Both I and her parents and had tried to help her, to get her off the drugs, but in the end the task was too big for us. She didn’t want help and she didn’t need. Amother clings to that bond forever.It was getting hot now. Summertime was going to be a bear. Luke wiped hisface. There were a lot of seeds to plant between now and then. He neededto hire some help this weekend. Workers were always drifting throughtown. He didn't much trust any of them since Vic disappeared. Maybe oneof them snatched his kid.He pushed that thought out of his mind as he moved the truckHis pocket shook. Even here, even in Farmland, USA, they had cell phones.He reached in and. When the waitress arrived he ordered his drink, then pointing to Celeste the waitress took her order. He'd learned something in college; never order a woman’s drink unless she lets you. The waitress took their menu orders and told them it would be about fifteen minutes. “Sounds good; this will also be on one bill.” The waitress nodded, leaving the two alone. “Do you like French food, Celeste? I haven’t been here for a while, but I remember it being great and it still looks kinda the same.” He.