It had been a long while since Tiffani had been to a church service - and those services had been Protestant. This was her first ever Catholic service of any kind, so she had no idea how they worked. Apparently these kids were the opening act and no one else was singing. Therefore, neither did she. ...

Tiffani remained quiet for awhile after hearing about this Bonnie person, eventually clearing away the rest of the cob so that she held a pristine ear of corn in her hand. "So it's true what they say about detectives," she finally said as she popped a few kernals out of the cob. "Every detective has...

Tiffani more or less ignored the looks and the giggles - in fact, seeing what other people were wearing actually made her like her outfit despite it being an old style from the early 80s. One side of her mouth quirked into a half-smile. These people look like they ordered their clothes from a Mennon...

Tiffani hadn't been to a proper church service since she was 12. Even if one did not factor in her time in Arcadia, that was quite a few years ago. She still distinctly remembered the uncomfortable pews, the bad singing, the stench of a hundred different kinds of perfumes mixing together, and worst ...

Tiffani manages to wrestle with the ear of corn, getting it mostly clear of that annoying coat of thick plant material that the actual cob hides in. "Oh, i see ... " she said and nodded her understanding. "So if these fetches belong to locals whom we don't even know - it really doesn't concern us, t...

"Have you ever noticed that that the stories are almost always told by a disenfranchised 20-something character who was totally broke, didn't or barely graduated high school and who had a dead-end minimum wage job, a knackered flat in a bad neighborhood, and parents that kicked him out of the house?...

"Henshall tensed up the moment I said there was something wrong," Tiffani reiterated. She stood up and began pacing around the table. "He didn't even ask me what I meant - never showed any sort of curiosity over what I meant which tells me Henshall already knows what I meant. That chap is neck-deep ...

Tiffani simply drops her head into her arms on the table, her mass of curls covering her face and even part of the table. She stays that way for awhile, frustrated, exasperated, flabbergasted, gobsmacked, and at her wit's end. What more could she do ... or say? She tried, really tried to show some e...

Tiffani smiled briefly at his comment about limping around and said almost teasingly, "Now you'ee starting to sound like me." She looked at his stretched out leg again but made no more mention of his wound. She figured if he wanted her to heal it, he would ask - because - if she were honest with her...

Tiffany's eyes were drawn to the wound in Marlowe's leg - then back up to study his face. "Well ... I don't know if I can heal it completely since I've never done it before. But if the pain gets the best of you, I can see what I can do." She then moved down from the table to the bench and patted the...