I will have to use my telepathy on you to give you the proper perspective. It’s nothing that can’t be undone, but you will be changed by it even a...ter its removed.”I nodded, not liking the sound of that.Father Reinhold said with amusement, “I guess it’s a good thing you are joining us at St. Joe. I imagine once you have a taste of saving people, you’ll want to join us in our work.”Father Becker said, “Having someone else who can perform the joint prayers at St. Joe and St. Mary would help. . What, you don’t believe me?”“Of course honey I a believe you, I just thought all men your age looked at porn” “No need to fight about this, so what do you want to do about dinner?”I decided to treat my aunt out for dinner, as a thank you, for letting me stay with her.. She protested but it didn’t take long to convince her that she didn’t really want to cook anything.The dinner was pleasant; we went to a McDonalds, which was nearly deserted since we got there before the dinner rush.. Though,. " Oh shit, I'm sorry Rick; it's just that she drives me crazy. Treating me like some sort of a kid, always trying to tell me what to do and when to do it. Everything was just fine until she came along and snagged my daddy. We were doing just fine until that 28-year old gold digging bitch plucked my daddy away from me. I mean she won't even let me have friends over unless there is an adult at home."Rick was just about to point out that he was at her house without supervision when Merriweather. .. there, her family wasprobably preparing their meal as well...everyone was just about to sit downand together, sharing in the day's events. The cheerful glowing of the firelightnearly brought tears to her eyes once again. A few hours passed and she leftthe stew simmering, until she heard him approach, crackling branches and leavesunder his heavy leather boots. She rushed to her feet and filled two largebowls with the stew and set them each on the small rickety table. She stoodbehind her chair.