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Father Thomas; indeed the human psyche had limited patience
and eventually time would always come when it would snap and
make the person act like a beast. It came to him like an epiphany,
how to go about using Dylan’s diary entries. He signalled
to Molly who walked closer to him.
“Do we know this reporter of the Kamloops Daily News?”
“Not personally, but I could find him; what went through
your mind?”
“Find him…we could meet him here, if you could put it
together.”
“How soon?”
“As soon as you can manage, say tomorrow afternoon.”
“What could I tell him to arouse his interest?”
“Tell him I have information he could find very important,
something about the Indian Residential School.”
“Tell him who you are?”
Anton looked deep in Molly’s eyes and his serious glance
told her, no worries, yea, she could tell the reporter who he
would be meeting. Molly’s lips sent him a faint kiss and smiled
her sweetest. Anton reciprocated with his lips and asked her what
time she would go home tonight. Molly blushed momentarily but
then her womanhood felt the urge not to say no, no this moment
she couldn’t say no, therefore she mentioned to him that around
nine she should leave the closing to her cook and she could go
home. And they went together, Anton and Molly, to her place and
Eros took over their night which passed with elastic movements
and moans and exhilaration unparalleled to any other they had
experienced before, and very late at about three in the morning
Anton got up and drove back to his place.
Next day, Saturday, he finished his daily obligation at the
School and after he said good night to Sister Gladys…
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