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She loved to get the courage and do what her heart
and her body wanted her to do.
Anton reminded her that he had to go attend to his daily
things. She smiled and closed her door after he left; as Anton was
walking on the upstairs hallway Father Thomas just came out
of his room; they both stopped and greeted each other. Anton
informed him of Dylan’s death. The priest, obviously upset at
the news said,
“Dear God, two deaths in less than a month.”
Anton nodded and looked at the priest; it was the first time
he paid attention to Father Thomas who was a tall and dark skin
man, not a black man, one could say a suntanned man, a person
who has spent summer months at a faraway beach although
Father Thomas never really suntanned nor had he spent much
time outdoors; he was a darker than north American skin man,
yet he had a certain cosmopolitan reflection in his mannerisms
as if he had spent his summer in artsy cities and museum visits.
When he talked he sounded like a man who had experienced
anything and everything and was tired of the world as it was. He
had wide shoulders and a determined face, little tiny, beady eyes
and was making certain impression of one who could say a word
and complimented it with the proper action. However when he
talked one could easily get the impression that he was hiding
certain insecurity as he was constantly fixing his beard.
Anton shook his hand and said goodbye as he had to attend
to his daily things. The priest was also headed downstairs since
he had to prepare for the next PE class.
The hours of the day passed. Anton went home around
5.30 PM. His mom sensed the grief on her son’s face and asked
him. He told her about Dylan. He went to his room, he lay down
for a while until his father would come home
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