"How did they die?" asks Carl.
"They were off on a vacation in the Swiss Alps. They were both on a boat that capsized and they both drowned. End of story", says George.
"But foul play was suspected?" says Jennifer.
We have all more or less finished our food and we are on coffee and dessert right now. Tommy is being incredibly generous with portions and free refills.
"Even though their bodies were badly decomposed when they were found ten days later, there appeared to be bullet wounds", says Jeffery.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute", says Carl, "That was when, about fifteen years ago?"
"About that. Yes", says George.
"A friend of mine in journalism class covered and wrote a series of articles about that incident. I seem to recall that they suspected a murder suicide. Those two priests, were they intimate with each other?"
"Oh, how delicate of you, Brother Carl. I could almost walk over to where you are sitting and give you a big kiss on the mouth."
"Not while I'm watching", says Jeffery.
"Oh, you flirt!" says Carl.
Suddenly, Tristan, who has been looking at his phone all this time, looks up, glares at George, mutters the word, "Faggots'", scoops up his pack and marches out of the diner...
No comments:
Post a Comment