“Hi. I’m Jeff.”“Christina.” She took his hand while she scanned him quickly. The gleam in her eyes seemed to say she was pleased with what s...e saw.“Mario,” Juna warned. “Don’t be rude to your sister.”“It’s fine, Mamá,” Christina sighed.“You wanna sit with us?” the douchebag asked Amy.“Sure.”There was only one seat left at the table and Amy took it. “I’ll get us breakfast,” Jeff told Amy. “What do you want?”“Those cute shaped waffles with whipped cream and strawberries. And orange juice.”Jeff. "You'll need to get the rest of your things cleaned out of themaster bedroom closet dear," Joan said over supper a few nightslater. I asked her what was the rush and she told me that Dave wasmoving in the following weekend and that he would need the closetspace! I began to feel sick to my stomach at all the changes and thislatest one was almost too much."Haven't I done everything for you Joan?" I asked. "Yes dear youhave," she replied but added, "it's just that I am a woman and I havemy needs.. We left when you called.“Brian, Laura, why don’t you take this house. It’s big and central. I think your leadership has been recognized sufficiently to need it. Besides, there is room here for your three older children.”Tom and the girls were standing with us. Laura and I grinned. She said, “Well, ‘older children, ‘ will this house do for us?” All three brightened to realize that we planned to keep them with us. They looked at each other and then nodded at us.We carried our cases to the front. “Hello, I’m Seamus O’Malley,” I introduced myself.“Thank you for coming, Father O’Malley. I’m Keith Bickford and this is my beautiful wife Tansy,” said the greying middle-aged man as he gestured at the beaming woman accompanying him.I didn’t see any point correcting his use of ‘Father’.The Vatican has two golden rules for people like me. The first is to put on a good show to encourage generous donations. The second is never to bring exorcisms into disrepute. Violating either rule usually.