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Show Acting Alone Page 138 have a Peanut Buster parfait. Otherwise we'd call the health department in a second." With pinkies curled, Simone pushed her own Kool Aid away from herself. "Oh come on, Simone," shrieked one or another of the set of three blurry veils at the end of the table. "Me and Velvette and Stormie, not one of us have never gotten ourself sick from Manitou water. Not even a dribbly or bloody stool!" Shannon started crying. She dropped her napkin and tried to walk, not run from the table. She found herself in the kitchen, face-to-face with a cute little guy who'd just crawled out from a tiny hole in the wall behind the big industrial-strength bread kneading machine. At first, as they both stood perfectly still staring at each other in the shadow of Saint Willibrord, Shannon thought he was the houseboy, like in one of those snooty sororities back at K-State, because he was acting like he belonged here, almost like he owned the place. He had nice soft hair and pretty eyes like a lot of houseboys do, and was so cute that she forgot why she was crying. But then she realized that convents don't have houseboys - of course not! He must be some kind of an intruder! As soon as that word popped into her head, the little guy started running, as if he had him some E.S.P. He grabbed a dead rabbit off the |
