Chapter 240: Judgment Passed
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of Interview with Patrick Edward Mallory,
Mallory: You were going to say flattering.
Mallory: I do.
Mallory: Call me father.
Mallory: As you like Sylvia.
Mallory: I would rather not.
Sound of papers rustling, a chair scraping over the floor.
Mallory: (clears throat) I want to talk about what I confessed to doing, what I was quickly convicted of doing and what I am now awaiting God’s Judgment for. I am not looking for fame for myself or for you but which this interview will undoubtedly bring. I want to explain my purpose and make things clear. I want people to understand why this had to be done.
Mallory: No not murder.
Mallory: It had to be done.
Mallory: No, common sense, did. A sense of preservation for what is holy, what even God does not even know will benefit Him. She was not a part of God’s plan. I did what I had to do.
Mallory: Of course you don’t. But it is obvious to those who wish to see it, to realize it. I saw it in her eyes, those abominating eyes, those witching eyes before she even knew it. But I think she did know. She was not stupid, she was very self aware.
Mallory: Witch? Yes. I am saying that quite plainly and one with too much power. She was a tool for the Devil, she was a distraction, she was fooling everyone. It sounds quaint, it sounds medieval but she was a classic witch.
Mallory: The panderings of a false prophet.
Mallory: I was using the term loosely.
Mallory: She was practically a child, almost ten years ago. Her name was not Lafet, it was not Cecilia, it was not lauded, and she was living a fraud’s existence, playing the role of a virgin savior she did not deserve.
Mallory: Do you know who Patrick Roy is? *Transcriber’s
Note* Mallory pronounces
Mallory: Have you ever met him?
Mallory: When? Under what circumstances? What did you think of him?
Mallory: Did you see his eyes?
Mallory: It has everything to do with everything. Tell me about them.
Loud sigh from Ms. Lancaster.
Mallory: Go on. I want to hear details.
Mallory: Thank you. Do you understand now?
Mallory: I knew him as well. I knew him before I ever knew “Saint Cecilia”. I was his confessor, I was his son’s confessor, and I was his wife’s confessor.
Mallory: No.
Mallory: Cecilia, and I will call her this because it is as good a name as any.
Mallory: Don’t interrupt. Cecilia would never have become who she was without his help. If it hadn’t been for him, none of this would have been necessary, she would have died in obscurity by now, a footnote in death that is inconsequential.
Mallory: Somewhat.
Mallory: You’re not very intuitive, are you?
Brief silence.
Mallory: (sighs) Life is a game of chain reactions. Everything we do, say, touch, the things we think how we breathe all of it affects what we will do next and what others will do. The ripple goes farther and farther until we are all connected permanently in a web of life. Small webs, larger fabrics we’re all connected. It is how we seem to see the same patterns repeated, see the same faces and say the same things. We cannot escape how we are programmed and what we are meant to do. Fate exists. Everything we do is monumentally important. The people we meet and touch in our youth, the misdeeds and also the kindness and generosity we show, it all revisits us in the end. We cause things and we pay for them.
Mallory: Perhaps.
Mallory: Patrick Roy’s fingers skimmed the water and created the first ripple. There is a taint and a poison in his family, it is still there spreading. I have done my best to fix the damage. But there is still a lot of work to do. Someone else will have to finish my work.
Mallory: He didn’t know her; he didn’t know what she really was.
Mallory: He raped her.
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