Crossing one arm over the other in front of her, and honestly still fuming, she couldn’t help but point out his error, ‘’I think you and me have very different definitions of keeping one’s voice down then, but thank you fo doing so anyway I guess. I forgive you. And I’m sorry too.’’ Adding that last bit on last minute. She knew very well that perhaps she was coming across a bit aggressive too, just as he had earlier, but she’d never imagined anyone ever finding out, and especially not confronting her about it in the way that he had. Kasia had never considered God in her actions, instead she’d followed her instinct. Simply put, she was afraid.
‘’I thought so, there’s a duality in everyone after all.’’ Kasia squinted her eyes for a second, when realization shined through her eyes as it suddenly dawned on her why he’d seemed so familiar. ‘’Of course, you’re Mrs.Durand’s son, you visit the church with your family don’t you?’’ How had she not noticed it before? She kind of felt bad now for her own behaviour, knowing how he and his family had suffered a loss recently. What must he be thinking of her? A woman of the church, acting out. Being ashamed herself, her gaze dropped for a moment, not really sure if she was brave enough to look him in the eye ever again. Or at least, for this conversation.
The compliment however, did make her look up though, surprising her, ‘’..Thank you,’’ making her think that maybe he would keep her secret in the end. The invitation was the thing that made her believe for sure, that he didn’t intend to ,since apologies and compliments sure sounded nice, but held no real weight, that much she’d learned in her young life so far. Or maybe she was just naive. So she smiled, ‘’If I can, I usually have to be here pretty early, and get back to the Basilique pretty late, so only the scraps tend to be waiting for me.’’
“Uh, yeah. Geri Durand,” he gestured to himself. Why was she suddenly so abashed? He wasn’t complaining, but he had more reason than her to feel bad. She was defending herself, while he had verbally attacked a girl half his size (and half his age? Yikes). “Well if the church can’t feed you, I can.” He pulled out some spare cash, counted it, and offered it to her. “For your troubles. I came on a little strong. You don’t deserve it. You obviously work very hard at both your jobs.”
