"That's a bad habit, Sister"
She smirked, and took another drag. The naked priest lay on the bed, the Marlboros on the dresser.
"It was an accident, Matt. He had a weak heart."
"Church business, eh Sister?" Matt Cadd eyed the dingy motel room suspiciously.
"Sure," she said. "Missionary work."
Look for the mini-sagas of Matt Cadd, Private Eye, here at TPP.
"Gettin' it done in exactly 50 words, baby."
a.d. XI Kal. Aug.
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