Edmund smiled into the soft, brushed kiss, chasing the lips.  How cruel of his sister to take him away from this.  He felt so happy here.  Why couldn't he just have this for a little longer?

"Stay as long as possible," he pleaded, "I'll buy you drinks every night.  We'll - we'll piss on the church every night."

He pressed one last kiss to the corner of Francis' mouth, and then his shoulder in front of him for good measure before we went to open the bathroom door.

"Mable?"  His sister had not been waiting at the door, but was back on her bed.  Her legs were folded up, hands empty, and she stared back at Edmund blankly.

"Are you done?"

Edmund blinked.  "Yeah - yes.  I am.  Francis?"