"And you think that's uninteresting?" Ferris scoffed, "I grew up in Mesa, worked at a grocery store, wrestled in high school, joined the military, and now I'm here... I'd say your story is more interesting than mine." Ferris looked down at his empty bowl, "I should probably take this back to the kitchen... Would you like me to take yours as well?"
***
Father McMarsh lingered in the kitchen, chatting pleasantly with Kelly as she helped Jennifer with the dishes. "You are awfully quiet, Mrs. Sterling. Is something the matter?"
"No... not at all. Thank you, Father."
"Come now, child, you need not hide anything from me."
"This isn't a confessional," Jennifer replied, a fair bit more sharply than she had intended. Kelly had fallen into awkward silence.
"Hm... Well, when you are ready to share, you know where to find me." Father McMarsh made the sign of the cross and left the room.
"What the hell was that?" Kelly asked.
"Never you mind, child."
"None of us are children anymore," Kelly put a hand on her hip, "What's eating you?"
"Himiko."