Family Relations (Part Eight)
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Pyro whistled to himself as he walked down the road. It was a decent day out, overcast, but not raining or windy. A pretty typical spring day, all told. He had found it nice enough that he could leave his window open last night, which was useful, since that’s how he’d gotten out of the house this morning. He wasn’t sure if he was locked in, and besides, he didn’t have a house key or anything.
He saw the church up ahead and smiled to himself. The church sign confirmed what he’d looked up last night, that the first mass was eight a.m. He intended to go to confession afterwards, since it had been a few weeks since he was able to last go, what with ma in the hospital.
A brief thought occurred, he didn’t actually know what church his uncle and cousins would go to today, nor how long their service would last. He figured it had to be before noon, or Dinnerbone wouldn’t have suggested two p.m. as a good time to go out, though.
He shrugged to himself as he kept walking. It looked like he was about three quarters of the way there, and appeared to be doing well with the time. He noticed that a few other people were walking, but most seem to have driven here, instead.
There was a brief thought, there. Are the little old ladies here as nosy as the ones back home? And the very quick answer of, yes, yes they are. Several old ladies started to converge on him, after having apparently discussed the fact that they hadn’t seen him before. They were all dressed up in their best Sunday finery, and were wearing very nice hats and mantillas1.
“Hello there! I haven’t seen you around before! New, are you?” said the first one to catch up to him.
“Yes ma’am.” Honesty might be the best thing, but discretion is the better part of valor, after all.
“Where are your parents, young man?”
“Oh. I’ve been staying with my uncle; my parents are a bit…ill.”
“Oh, that’s no good there! But, why isn’t your uncle with you, then??”
Pyro slowly blinked at the nice old ladies who were now walking with him up to the front of the church.
“Well, you see, he’s not Catholic.”
“Oh! Well then, I suppose that makes sense.”
“Wait just a moment; he didn’t make you walk all this way by yourself, now did he?”
Pyro blinked at the second old lady for a long moment as they stood to one side of the steps.
“He…hasn’t made me do anything. I, um, I choose to walk here.”
“Child, you have to live at least two miles from here, everyone in the vicinity is Catholic and we’d have known you were coming! Even if he isn’t Catholic, that’s no reason to make you walk that far!”
“Um…it’s not really that far. I walked farther to school back home, actually. And besides, it’s once a week, not bad at all!”
They all tutted at him, saying it was a shame to make him walk, but if he was that determined, well then.
“Well, at least ask him to drive you next week, okay? The weather can be quite unpredictable here, you know!”
“Of course ma’am.” That wasn’t likely to happen, he thought. In all likelihood, he was going to have to walk, even if Baj agreed, just from the fact that they would be going to different churches.
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Pyro smiled to himself as he listened to the sermon. This priest wasn’t particularly fast, but he also wasn’t very slow. He also sounded Irish, which Pyro found fairly interesting. He knew, of course, that priests got moved around, but he hadn’t thought to hear any familiar accents while he was here. Of course, thinking about it lead to the fact that Ireland, was, after all, just a stones throw away, and bringing priests here from there would be far easier than bringing them from the continent or from elsewhere.
As the service concluded, Pyro got up to join the fairly small group staying for confession.
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Pyro murmured to himself as he took confession. This priest was very nice. And Irish, as well. Seemed to be from County Tyrconnell2, actually, which explained why his accent was so familiar. His confession wasn’t terribly long, though the priest did tell him that if he had any family problems, to remember he could always come to the church for help, which he had already known.
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He whistled happily as he walked back to the house. He certainly felt better for having gone to church, it made him happier.
He was aware that having gone out the window to leave, he would have to get back inside the same way, but really now, he didn’t have a house key! And he’d left the window open, but the screen back closed when he’d left, so, it should be fine. It was 10:45 a.m. now, but he thought he should be fine, if their church was farther away, after all.
Pyro quietly moved around the house, thankful that the place had a very high privacy fence, so no-one would see him entering the house in a very un-orthodox manner.
What he saw upon being able to see into the window, however, stopped him dead in his tracks.
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Meanwhile back at the house
Baj woke up at about 9 a.m.
He puttered about for a bit, getting cleaned up and dressed. He figured none of the boys would be around until about 9:30, so he decided to make himself a nice breakfast.
Both Dinnerbone and Millbee did, in fact, wake up and come down around when he thought that they would. They made themselves up some breakfast and sat around talking about what school was going to be like the next day.
It was at around 10 a.m. that they all finally noticed that Pyro hadn’t come out of his room yet.
At this point, Dinnerbone announced that he would go and talk to Paul by himself.
“So, yeah. I’ll go see what’s wrong; I was talking to him last night online.”
“Okay, thanks.”
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Dinnerbone sighed softly as he knocked quietly on the door before letting himself in.
A quick look around the room turned up a surprising lack of Pyro, and with the bathroom door open, quickly showed there was an entire lack of Pyro anywhere within the rooms.
“God damn it, where the hell did you go?” he hissed quietly to himself.
As he looked around the room, he noted that all of Pyro’s electronics and clothing was still here. Well…no…there was a travel case, one of those really nice ones, and one of those nice ones for shoes, it was open, and had nothing in it. The sort of clothing you’d have in it, Dinnerbone thought, like Sunday finery, or something.
Sunday finery…
Today is Sunday.
And Pyro is Catholic. They do still insist on Sunday finery.
And there’s the Catholic Church, just two miles from here.
Could he have gone there?
Well, it certainly looked like he had gone out the freaking window, so, it was starting to seem likely that he had, in fact, left to go to church. Without telling anyone, or leaving a note.
Dinnerbone groaned to himself as he flopped himself down into the chair at the desk, and whipped out his phone to text Millbee.
Hey. Keep dad distracted for a while, K?
Sure, why?
It’s taking longer than I thought. Play board games. In the kitchen.
Oh…k. When do you think?
Lunch. Noon. Whatever. Thanks sheepy.
No problem, good luck.
Dinnerbone glanced at the clock. It was 10:10 now. If he was right, then Pyro should…should arrive back at around 10:45, 10:50. He thought that made sense, with the distance, and the variable times that services took, from what he remembered. If he wasn’t back by 11, in any case, that’s when he was going to start panicking.
He turned the chair around the face the window and sat there, glaring at the window, until he finally thought he saw some movement from along the house in the direction Pyro oughta be coming from.
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Pyro stared at the window. If he wasn’t mistaken…Dinnerbone was sitting in the desk chair and was glaring at him.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before Dinnerbone angrily indicated for him to get the hell into the room.
Pyro slunk over to the window and opened it before entering the room, not quite certain as to why Dinnerbone looked so pissed off.
“What the hell, Pyro?”
“I was at church!”
“Bloody idiot, you didn’t even leave a freaking letter!”
“Why? It’s Sunday, of course I’m going to church.”
Dinnerbone stared at Pyro before slowly placing his hand on his forehead, looking exasperated.
“Look. Just, go get changed, okay?”
“Sure…”
Pyro shrugged and grabbed a change of clothes, before going into the bathroom to change.
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Dinnerbone groaned to himself. Pyro was really something else, wasn’t he?
He waited until Pyro came back out of the bathroom before glaring at him again.
“Right. We had no freaking idea that you’d left. Dad and Millbee are currently…Millbee is distracting dad. We have to be back out by noon, k?”
“Oh…but I thought it was obvious, I mean, didn’t you guys go to church earlier yourselves?”
Dinnerbone blinked at Pyro before snickering to himself.
“Pyro, Baj hasn’t gone since he was a kid, and Millbee threw a fit when dad tried to take him. Apparently, he only likes hymns when they’re in Welsh…and in my case, I just don’t really care to spend my Sundays that way.”
Pyro just looked at him as if the entire idea was an alien concept.
Soon enough, it was noon.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
With that, they both got up and left, Dinnerbone leaving first, and Pyro closing the door behind them.
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Translations/Notes!
1 this thing- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantilla#In_Roman_Catholicism It’s a type of head covering.
2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/County_Donegal also known as Tyrconnell in Irish.
link to part nine- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/605242.html#cutid1
Pyro whistled to himself as he walked down the road. It was a decent day out, overcast, but not raining or windy. A pretty typical spring day, all told. He had found it nice enough that he could leave his window open last night, which was useful, since that’s how he’d gotten out of the house this morning. He wasn’t sure if he was locked in, and besides, he didn’t have a house key or anything.
He saw the church up ahead and smiled to himself. The church sign confirmed what he’d looked up last night, that the first mass was eight a.m. He intended to go to confession afterwards, since it had been a few weeks since he was able to last go, what with ma in the hospital.
A brief thought occurred, he didn’t actually know what church his uncle and cousins would go to today, nor how long their service would last. He figured it had to be before noon, or Dinnerbone wouldn’t have suggested two p.m. as a good time to go out, though.
He shrugged to himself as he kept walking. It looked like he was about three quarters of the way there, and appeared to be doing well with the time. He noticed that a few other people were walking, but most seem to have driven here, instead.
There was a brief thought, there. Are the little old ladies here as nosy as the ones back home? And the very quick answer of, yes, yes they are. Several old ladies started to converge on him, after having apparently discussed the fact that they hadn’t seen him before. They were all dressed up in their best Sunday finery, and were wearing very nice hats and mantillas1.
“Hello there! I haven’t seen you around before! New, are you?” said the first one to catch up to him.
“Yes ma’am.” Honesty might be the best thing, but discretion is the better part of valor, after all.
“Where are your parents, young man?”
“Oh. I’ve been staying with my uncle; my parents are a bit…ill.”
“Oh, that’s no good there! But, why isn’t your uncle with you, then??”
Pyro slowly blinked at the nice old ladies who were now walking with him up to the front of the church.
“Well, you see, he’s not Catholic.”
“Oh! Well then, I suppose that makes sense.”
“Wait just a moment; he didn’t make you walk all this way by yourself, now did he?”
Pyro blinked at the second old lady for a long moment as they stood to one side of the steps.
“He…hasn’t made me do anything. I, um, I choose to walk here.”
“Child, you have to live at least two miles from here, everyone in the vicinity is Catholic and we’d have known you were coming! Even if he isn’t Catholic, that’s no reason to make you walk that far!”
“Um…it’s not really that far. I walked farther to school back home, actually. And besides, it’s once a week, not bad at all!”
They all tutted at him, saying it was a shame to make him walk, but if he was that determined, well then.
“Well, at least ask him to drive you next week, okay? The weather can be quite unpredictable here, you know!”
“Of course ma’am.” That wasn’t likely to happen, he thought. In all likelihood, he was going to have to walk, even if Baj agreed, just from the fact that they would be going to different churches.
-----
Pyro smiled to himself as he listened to the sermon. This priest wasn’t particularly fast, but he also wasn’t very slow. He also sounded Irish, which Pyro found fairly interesting. He knew, of course, that priests got moved around, but he hadn’t thought to hear any familiar accents while he was here. Of course, thinking about it lead to the fact that Ireland, was, after all, just a stones throw away, and bringing priests here from there would be far easier than bringing them from the continent or from elsewhere.
As the service concluded, Pyro got up to join the fairly small group staying for confession.
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Pyro murmured to himself as he took confession. This priest was very nice. And Irish, as well. Seemed to be from County Tyrconnell2, actually, which explained why his accent was so familiar. His confession wasn’t terribly long, though the priest did tell him that if he had any family problems, to remember he could always come to the church for help, which he had already known.
-----
He whistled happily as he walked back to the house. He certainly felt better for having gone to church, it made him happier.
He was aware that having gone out the window to leave, he would have to get back inside the same way, but really now, he didn’t have a house key! And he’d left the window open, but the screen back closed when he’d left, so, it should be fine. It was 10:45 a.m. now, but he thought he should be fine, if their church was farther away, after all.
Pyro quietly moved around the house, thankful that the place had a very high privacy fence, so no-one would see him entering the house in a very un-orthodox manner.
What he saw upon being able to see into the window, however, stopped him dead in his tracks.
-----
Meanwhile back at the house
Baj woke up at about 9 a.m.
He puttered about for a bit, getting cleaned up and dressed. He figured none of the boys would be around until about 9:30, so he decided to make himself a nice breakfast.
Both Dinnerbone and Millbee did, in fact, wake up and come down around when he thought that they would. They made themselves up some breakfast and sat around talking about what school was going to be like the next day.
It was at around 10 a.m. that they all finally noticed that Pyro hadn’t come out of his room yet.
At this point, Dinnerbone announced that he would go and talk to Paul by himself.
“So, yeah. I’ll go see what’s wrong; I was talking to him last night online.”
“Okay, thanks.”
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Dinnerbone sighed softly as he knocked quietly on the door before letting himself in.
A quick look around the room turned up a surprising lack of Pyro, and with the bathroom door open, quickly showed there was an entire lack of Pyro anywhere within the rooms.
“God damn it, where the hell did you go?” he hissed quietly to himself.
As he looked around the room, he noted that all of Pyro’s electronics and clothing was still here. Well…no…there was a travel case, one of those really nice ones, and one of those nice ones for shoes, it was open, and had nothing in it. The sort of clothing you’d have in it, Dinnerbone thought, like Sunday finery, or something.
Sunday finery…
Today is Sunday.
And Pyro is Catholic. They do still insist on Sunday finery.
And there’s the Catholic Church, just two miles from here.
Could he have gone there?
Well, it certainly looked like he had gone out the freaking window, so, it was starting to seem likely that he had, in fact, left to go to church. Without telling anyone, or leaving a note.
Dinnerbone groaned to himself as he flopped himself down into the chair at the desk, and whipped out his phone to text Millbee.
Hey. Keep dad distracted for a while, K?
Sure, why?
It’s taking longer than I thought. Play board games. In the kitchen.
Oh…k. When do you think?
Lunch. Noon. Whatever. Thanks sheepy.
No problem, good luck.
Dinnerbone glanced at the clock. It was 10:10 now. If he was right, then Pyro should…should arrive back at around 10:45, 10:50. He thought that made sense, with the distance, and the variable times that services took, from what he remembered. If he wasn’t back by 11, in any case, that’s when he was going to start panicking.
He turned the chair around the face the window and sat there, glaring at the window, until he finally thought he saw some movement from along the house in the direction Pyro oughta be coming from.
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Pyro stared at the window. If he wasn’t mistaken…Dinnerbone was sitting in the desk chair and was glaring at him.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before Dinnerbone angrily indicated for him to get the hell into the room.
Pyro slunk over to the window and opened it before entering the room, not quite certain as to why Dinnerbone looked so pissed off.
“What the hell, Pyro?”
“I was at church!”
“Bloody idiot, you didn’t even leave a freaking letter!”
“Why? It’s Sunday, of course I’m going to church.”
Dinnerbone stared at Pyro before slowly placing his hand on his forehead, looking exasperated.
“Look. Just, go get changed, okay?”
“Sure…”
Pyro shrugged and grabbed a change of clothes, before going into the bathroom to change.
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Dinnerbone groaned to himself. Pyro was really something else, wasn’t he?
He waited until Pyro came back out of the bathroom before glaring at him again.
“Right. We had no freaking idea that you’d left. Dad and Millbee are currently…Millbee is distracting dad. We have to be back out by noon, k?”
“Oh…but I thought it was obvious, I mean, didn’t you guys go to church earlier yourselves?”
Dinnerbone blinked at Pyro before snickering to himself.
“Pyro, Baj hasn’t gone since he was a kid, and Millbee threw a fit when dad tried to take him. Apparently, he only likes hymns when they’re in Welsh…and in my case, I just don’t really care to spend my Sundays that way.”
Pyro just looked at him as if the entire idea was an alien concept.
Soon enough, it was noon.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
With that, they both got up and left, Dinnerbone leaving first, and Pyro closing the door behind them.
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Translations/Notes!
1 this thing- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantilla#In_Roman_Catholicism It’s a type of head covering.
2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/County_Donegal also known as Tyrconnell in Irish.
link to part nine- http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/605242.html#cutid1
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