'' father claude , '' the priest i had been helping said , '' this is my irish savior . '' i shook hands with father claude . he was easily as old as the other priest , and seemed slower in his movements . i could see why the first priest had been the one to visit the parishioner . '' you might want to sit with ... '' i began and then turned to the first
priest

she placed a single red rose on the grave that she had purchased before she left town and stood silently looking at the cold stone marker wondering what might have been different in her life had he not died so suddenly and he had married her great-grandmother . she returned to her car and did a lot of thinking on her short trip back to the lodge . she had all the pieces of the story in place and it seemed clear to her now that she was in fact dealing with the spirit of austin , but she could n't understand why his spirit was still at the
lodge

bam says it in such a rude tone of voice , connor can imagine her saying it that same way to her teachers , her parents , the juvies , every authority figure in her life . connor hates the fact that he 's one of those authority figures now . '' there wo n't be a next time ,
bam