#dianatrent

[he-is-the-shadow-of-death]

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Diana Trent: Where are all the answers?!

Jane Edwards: You could try asking your Father!

Diana: What?!

Jane: If you want the answers, you must ask your Father.

Diana: Jane, have you gone right out of your mimsy little mushroom mind? My father has been dead since just before Julius Caesar waded up the plage in his leather wellies!

Jane: I meant your Father in Heaven.

Diana: Oh, God…

Jane: Yes, God!

Diana: No, no, no, Jane. I meant, “Oh, God…,” not, “Oh, God!” I was speaking in the evocative provocative, not in the definitive absolute ablative!