{"id":39,"date":"2006-09-28T20:58:25","date_gmt":"2006-09-28T20:58:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/?p=39"},"modified":"2006-09-28T20:58:25","modified_gmt":"2006-09-28T20:58:25","slug":"the-promise-in-the-cellar-2-of-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hammerport.com\/?p=39","title":{"rendered":"The Promise in the Cellar (2 of 12)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Of course, such a bright voice could only belong to the rector. Mizzy opened her eyes to confirm her guess. Yup.<\/p>\n<p>He wore a black dress with buttons forming a line down the middle, a dog collar, and a small cross. He was built slightly better than she thought a man of God was likely to be. She also noticed a pair of luminous yellow trainers peeking out from beneath the dress, which could not possibly be part of the orthodox vestments. In his late twenties, he had a good head of blonde hair, but combined with piercing blue eyes, he seemed to possess something of an Aryan semblance. His smile was comforting.<\/p>\n<p>Mizzy was uncomfortable with the black get-up; her local preacher had always dressed in a suit, like a businessman, a Godly entrepreneur who had once said, \u201cYou&#8217;re fired, you&#8217;re going to Hell, son.\u201d Black might look good on the right woman at a party. In a church on a man? Get thee to a tailor and quick sharp honey. There was too much dependence on ritual and spectacle and not enough spirituality; why all these barriers between her and God? Couldn\u2019t someone just give her a straight answer and tell her if God had given her a vision of importance?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello pastor,\u201d Mizzy said to the man.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPastor? Oh, please, dear, call me Tom,\u201d the man in black said. It was a refined accent, distant from that Londoner trash, although it did sound condescending.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello&#8230; Tom,\u201d she repeated, less than enthusiastically although she offered him a free smile, with no strings attached.<\/p>\n<p>Tom frowned, he obviously wasn\u2019t taken in. \u201cWhat brings you here, little lady? You seem unhappy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell that&#8217;s a bit of an assump\u2013\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Tom blurted out, \u201cOh you&#8217;re an American! How wonderful. We do get a few Americans in here every now and then.\u201d Realising he had interrupted her, the rector held a palm out and said, \u201cI&#8217;m sorry, you were saying?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mizzy closed her eyes. \u201cYou know what? I am unhappy. You got me, well done, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow formal.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell fine, I&#8217;ll call you vicar.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy don&#8217;t you call me, Tom, dear?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy are you calling me dear, Tom?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I guess I just don&#8217;t know your name. What&#8217;s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy do you wear a dress?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not a dress, dear, it\u2019s called a cassock. I know it\u2019s not modern style, but I prefer it. Your name?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMizzy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat a delightful name, how American!\u201d He put his hands together with a slap.<\/p>\n<p>Mizzy was disconcerted by Tom&#8217;s emphasis on her American roots. No doubt if she said that she drove a car he would say, oh as an American you must drive on the right-hand side of the road. Maybe he might ask if she had a gun like all Americans have. If he did and she had, then she might use it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoes that really sound American? Mizzy? It&#8217;s what my friends call me because they think Michelle is a bit too formal. I mean if I had any friends these days, they would call me Mizzy. I think two friends is just a statistical anomaly. Doesn&#8217;t really demonstrate friends, right? It just means there are two people who are unluckily intertwined with your life. \u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, Mizzy, what&#8217;s up? That is, if not having enough friends with statistical significance isn&#8217;t the problem.\u201d Then he added in a crude attempt at an American accent, calmly, \u201cWassup, girl?\u201d Mizzy could see he was just trying to be open and friendly but he was actually just trying her patience.<\/p>\n<p>She shifted her butt on the pew, finding it hard and uncomfortable. She glanced around for a cushion but none were in evidence. \u201cOh I used to have friends,\u201d she said slightly distracted, \u201cbut I can&#8217;t help blaming God for making things turn out this way. Who else would you blame for dreams of stigmata?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mizzy thought that once the horse has bolted, there is no point closing the barn doors. When the horse has subsequently given a newspaper interview about how cruel an owner you&#8217;ve been and won compensation from you in court, you might as well sell the god damn barn or burn it down for the insurance money. Mizzy could never keep her mouth shut these days, so as she had started to tell Tom her worries, she might as well carry through and tell him the whole story. Yet again, she was telling a random stranger everything. She just couldn&#8217;t help herself.<\/p>\n<p>Fortunately for her, Tom was a man of the Church and had to listen to her story. 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