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whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. â€Å"It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.† â€Å"Well†¦you can’t be sure of that.† Paul bit his lip. Sherry knew his working for the Cardi family meant he ran with dicey characters, and the longer they were married the more she came to realize he must be doing illegal things, but to this day she didn’t know he killed people. Paul wanted to finally be honest with her, but he could hardly just come out and say he was a professional contract killer. Or, â€Å"Sherry, Mr. Cardi ordered me to kill you.† It didn’t seem within the realm of possibility. But if a person was ever going to tell a person such a thing, this was the time and place. â€Å"Remember†¦show more content†¦I’m sure you’re probably not here for the rosary service, though, and if you don’t mind my asking, why are you here?† He studied them with a friendly curiosity. Sherry looked to Paul. â€Å"Uh.† Paul stood. â€Å"We were headed south. We were looking to get a ride deeper into the heartland...† â€Å"Away from the border violence.† The priest finished Paul’s sentence. â€Å"Well, yes.† â€Å"And how, pray tell, did you end up in San Luis de Reyes?† Paul was stumped. Now that he’d finally told Sherry the truth was his ability to lie deserting him? â€Å"Uh...† â€Å"Oh, listen to me,† said the priest, putting out his hand. â€Å"So nosy. Forgive my bad manners. My name is Martin, Father Martin, if you like.† Sherry grabbed the priest’s hand as if it were a lifeline. â€Å"Sherry.† Paul swallowed and shook hands. â€Å"Thank you, Father. I’m Paul.† â€Å"Very nice to meet you both,† the priest said with a little bow. Paul could feel the anger smoldering in Sherry because of his revelation, but he needed to concentrate on the priest. â€Å"So, Father, may I ask what you’re doing here? Speaking perfect English.† â€Å"Ah.† The priest sighed. â€Å"Well, I was born here actually, but when I was four my family moved to just outside Detroit, my father getting a job as a welder at the Ford plant there. That’s where I grew up. But there’s been a problem down here with drug cartel members killing priests, so I’m here to fill a vacancy.† â€Å"The priest before you was killed?† Paul asked. â€Å"Father Rafael. Unfortunately, yes.† SherryShow MoreRelatedCreative Writing : A Short Story1020 Words   |  5 PagesThe girls sat seperated in two stark, cold rooms. Each of the girls was sat at a table with a clear plastic cup of water sitting at arm’s length from them, both cups untouched. How could they drink when their best friend was no where to be seen? They had been having an innocent night of fun at Mercedes’ house three weeks ago, the first of many planned for the spring break, watching movies on Netflix and eating a pizza they ordered. 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