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"So, this is the thing that's gettin' you all into trouble," Kat sneered, holding Damien's silver D.
Damien nodded his eyes narrowed at Kat's disbelief.
"I remember this," Kat continued. "Father Damien gave it to you. Oh, and what was that little poem again?"
"He wrote the poem when he sent me the gold D," Damien corrected.
"Oh, yes, how silly of me to forget," Kat smirked. "And, what's it supposed to do?"
"Cure."
Katrina burst into laughter. "Oh sure, right! Like, what do I do? Say 'Abracadabra'? Give me a break!"
Damien turned defensive. "Listen, if you know anything, Saint Damien [sic], or Damian, was the patron saint of sick animals. [Note--he and Saint Cosmas were better known as the saints of physicians, doctors, apothecaries, barbers, etc.] So what else would the D's do? Tell me that."
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe sell for a lot of money?" Kat replied. "For all I know you probably stole them!"
"You know nothing!" Damien barked.
"He didn't!"
Everyone turned around. The shout came from Father Damien, who glared at each in turn.
"The D's are not stolen," he said. "They were made while Saint Damien [sic] was alive and were passed down to the next two people in his family with the name of Damien. The silver D does have magical powers, but only when interlocked with the other D's."
"Uncle Dami?" a timid voice suddenly said. Damien and Father Damien turned to look. It was Cynthia. Her eyes were filled with tears, and in her hands she held a small, limp form.
Damien looked sorry. Father Damien bowed his head. "Awww," Kat said, moved. "Come here Cynthia."
"She's been sick," Cynthia said, holding up her mouse and sniffling. "I tried an' I tried, but she won't eat or drink or anything."
"Aw, come here," Father Damien said, patting his knee. He helped Cynthia up, and took her mouse, stroking its head.
"Father Damien," she said (sometimes she called him "Uncle" as well), "if she dies, will she go to heaven?"
"Of course she will."
"Will she like it there? What if she gets lonely?" She looked up. "What's heaven like?" [Note--I must pause to apologize for the utter sappiness of this part.]
"Nobody really knows, Cynnie. But they say it's a wonderful place full of light. She'd be happy there, knowing that there'd be at least one person down here who cares about her. Don't you worry. When it comes your time to go, I'll bet she'll be waiting right there."
"Uncle."
Father Damien turned his head.
Damien held up the silver D. "Maybe it's the proof we need," he said softly. [Note--another plot point I forgot to pursue. "Come, Uncle! Let's retrieve the D's so we can...bring a mouse back from the dead!" Probably best I forgot this one.]
Father Damien looked at Kat. Kat stared blankly back, speechless.
He looked back at the mouse.
"It's worth a try, Damien." He patted Cynthia on the head. "But we need the gold D and the diamond D first."
Damien shook his head. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll get what's rightfully ours back."
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