05-15-2022, 03:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-15-2022, 04:00 PM by Mable Reynolds.)
Mable wasn't sure how she expected Father Brennan to send her into the water, but she definitely hadn't thought he'd pick her up and turn around to do it. Not that she was opposed - quite the opposite, in fact. As she was lifted up, she wrapped her arms securely around Father Brennan's neck, being careful not to choke him even as they fell backwards. She laugh again, all the way down until she hit water, this time submerging completely under it.
Green eyes squeezed shut tightly, end remained so even when she was lifted out of the water by the priest. She wiped her eyes firmly and readjusted the now also drenched hat on her head, and beamed at Father Brennan.
"That was wonderful," she praised, "I must be an excellent teacher! You're a natural! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were raised on a farm like me, Father!"
She splashed him to emphasize her words, receiving most of it back in her face and laughed again. It was unusual, she suddenly thought. Not the sound of her laughter, that was as familiar as green grass and blue skies, but the feeling that accompanied it. Or the lack of feeling, perhaps?
Mable couldn't remember a time before now when she had laughed so loudly and wasn't using the sound of it to cover up fear or dread or sadness. She wasn't laughing to drown out the crack of thunder, or the crack of fist against face. She was just laughing because - she was happy.
"Next, we'll dig for worms Father Brennan, but that's a lesson for another day. Do you have any questions?"
Green eyes squeezed shut tightly, end remained so even when she was lifted out of the water by the priest. She wiped her eyes firmly and readjusted the now also drenched hat on her head, and beamed at Father Brennan.
"That was wonderful," she praised, "I must be an excellent teacher! You're a natural! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were raised on a farm like me, Father!"
She splashed him to emphasize her words, receiving most of it back in her face and laughed again. It was unusual, she suddenly thought. Not the sound of her laughter, that was as familiar as green grass and blue skies, but the feeling that accompanied it. Or the lack of feeling, perhaps?
Mable couldn't remember a time before now when she had laughed so loudly and wasn't using the sound of it to cover up fear or dread or sadness. She wasn't laughing to drown out the crack of thunder, or the crack of fist against face. She was just laughing because - she was happy.
"Next, we'll dig for worms Father Brennan, but that's a lesson for another day. Do you have any questions?"
