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“Killough,” he spoke softly, a chuckle passing by his lips. he held out a hand, dipping his head slightly. “’ve moved ‘ere from Dalkey – jus’outside o’Dublin. My da’ was a priest back before he met m’ma, so – though’ it would be best t’come visit the Vicar o’the town. Y’can call me Shannon.”
She shook the proffered hand - definitely not swooning only the inside like some school girl - and gave the man - Mr Killough - what she hoped was not an overly manic smile.
“Yes, well - in that case you can call me-” whenever you bloody want to “-Geraldine. Or Gerry. Or just Vicar-” or just anything as long as you call “-you know, whatever suits. Welcome to Dibley, I suppose. Met any of the, er, other locals yet?”















