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"Eep. Sorry! I forgot."

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"Meh, I don't care. I can appreciate nature, or whatever. Write angsty poetry about how tragically flightless I am. You know, as I do."

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Hee. "But seriously, do you guys actually want to go flying? We could go this weekend if you're free?"

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"I'm game."

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"I've got plans Saturday, how about Sunday?"

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"I have mass in the morning, but if you guys can pick me up we could go right after?"

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"Sure, when will you be out?"

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"Noon when it's not a holiday. That okay?"

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"Mm-hm, give me the address?"

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Jenny starts to recite it, rolls her eyes at herself, and writes it down instead.

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And May tucks it into her notebook. "See you then."

And on Sunday at noon she and Isabella are there to collect Jenny.
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Jenny is waiting for them outside chatting happily with a tiny old man in vestments. When she sees May and Isabella, she waves. "Hey guys! Thanks for coming to get me!" The old man clears his throat and smiles at Jenny, who immediately adds, "Oh, sorry. Guys, this is Father O'Brien, he's been our priest for forever and ever."

Father O'Brien says, "I like to think I'm not quite that ancient," and winks at Jenny when she starts to stammer a denial. "Nice to meet you ladies. Jennifer here seems to think quite highly of you."
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"Nice to meet you too. Jenny, ready to go or should we drive around the block?"

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"Just one sec, I don't think you need to drive, just gotta tell my mom I'm leaving. Be right back, 'kay?" Jenny says distractedly, and ducks sideways in search of her family.

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Father O'Brien looks curiously at Isabella. "So, Jennifer tells me you have a rather unique childhood?"

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"...Well, I was homeschooled," says Isabella.

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"Oh, my apologies. I was referring to your mother's work. Jennifer showed me a printout before Mass; her friend sent her a story of how a childless couple came by their daughter. I confess to some curiosity; we haven't many runecasters here."

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"Well, if you want a kid without breaking your priestly celibacy talk to my mom, I guess. I don't remember the process myself."

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"I believe that's the case even with the usual process," Father O'Brien says, looking amused. "And dear me, no, I'm well past that age, bless you. It's some of my congregation that would benefit." A few couples he can think of in particular, but obviously he can't say who, and it's not like names would mean anything to her. "I don't suppose anyone religious has gone through the process, that might answer some questions? Or if you're religious yourself, and willing to humor me?"

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"Not a speck. And I don't keep track of Mom's clients' beliefs."

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"Not a speck?" he says sadly. He has found such joy in God's love, it always pains him to think that others might lack the same peace in their own lives.

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"Nope, never. I didn't actually come intending to talk to a priest today, so, like, at the risk of totally failing to balance politeness with accuracy and at even higher risk of missing some key point of theology I don't actually care about, I find it really bizarre that people in general find the idea of an omnipotent omniscient omnibenevolent entity morally defensible, let alone empirically plausible."

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"Isabella," says May.

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"Bleah. Sorry."

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