this day shall be the last time i see father francis . somehow , i knew that was n't the reason . its a small , black box about six inches wide , with a handle . we all landed in a soft green meadow . she did n't feel comfortable enough to sit . let me handle this , mike said as he pulled the check away from me . i 'd forgotten to buy a drink , i realized , and gratefully swallowed one mouthful , then another . not until i gave him what he needed . 