"Mrs. Kittering will be out to see you shortly."I sat only a moment when an elderly woman, walking smoothly, but looking frail and tired entered the r...om. I stood, and we shook hands as we introduced ourselves."Good morning, I'm Maggie Wingate," I said with all the warm I could muster. It wasn't that difficult. Mrs. Kittering was an absolute pixie of an old woman, with still fiery blue eyes and done-up hair that seemed to want to fly off in stray strands here and there."Abigail Kittering.. “Just let me know what you say to her about it.”“I’m not sure, really. I guess I need to wait to hear what she says about what’s already happened. What are you doing today?”“Father Nicholas and I are having lunch and then we’ll go see Deacon Grigory. He’s picking me up, so there’s no issue with the car. And Liz should be calling not long after you leave.”“Status update?”“Just to let me know everything is OK. I’ll stop in to check on Paul next Saturday when I head to Cincinnati. That will. It’s just…I can’t imagine stabbing someone with a bayonet.” Un-fucking-real. What organization did she think she was joining? The fucking Brownie Troupe of Greater Goddamn Chicago? I kept my voice a little more calm than normal, “Brown, the odds of us fixing bayonets ever again are very small. This is more of an exercise of trying to give you the warrior spirit. The killer fucking instinct that you may need someday. We are trying to give you some fucking balls. God help you if you leave here. "She smiled up at me and said, "That will be fine, Jim. I'll shave as soon as I can. I'm feeling better already."The hot water was doing its job of soothing her soreness.We finished showering, got dressed, and went downstairs to the kitchen. Jenny insisted on fixing our breakfast. "Jim, if I'm going to live here with you, I must do my part and take care of you and my household chores as well as you take care of me. I feel it is part of my obligation to you. I really appreciate your help in the.