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Show Anting Alone Page 336 of the friars. "She must sense something. She's never acted this way before." Suddenly a black panther-like animal bolted from between Father Wagstaff Bopp's legs, overturned the podium and, just as Spikey was about to strike, came yelping, crashing, howling between the two young men, on its way to an open window. Another bigger, deeper howl came down from the sky or up from the earth. It filled the entire nunnery, the mountainside. Spikey stood up straight and looked around, puzzled, for a second. Sam was cowering now, hands over head. He thought the huge noise was Spikey's voice already echoing through the new hole that was about to be bashed somewhere in his body. Sam was deciding that he should've left the fucking Sony on record. Up in front, a look of horror had overtaken the chaplain's countenance: he no longer had his attack dog at his side in this multiple emergency situation. Among other things, there were not one but two Intruders in the refectory about to kill each other and maybe a nun or two and maybe him. "My God," his whisper blasted over the Peavey speakers. "Look! Isn't that the hostage the FBI wants for m-mu-mur-" Father Bopp, who only moments before had been rambling as it were coincidentally over the liberal paranoiac's favorite topic, The Unsurviva-bility and Illimitability of Nuclear War, threw down his lecture notes and his Living Bible and followed the dog, screaming, "Liebchen! Come back!" On his way out the door and into the flashes and crashes and sirens he |