Because we're two different people.

William the parishioner

'wanna dance then?' he bends over and reaches for my hand whilst picking the floor sweeper with his other hand. i do the same as i reach out and grab his hand, he immediatly pulls me in and starts swinging me around the hallway, his face like he is singing a song and his body movements like he's a superstar that is peforming a festival, i couldn't help but laugh. 

whilst dancing around, we sweeped the floor, and when we were done sweeping all parts we went barefoot and threw our shoes at the big door so we wouldn't make the floor filthy again, after throwing our shoes away we started dancing and swinging again, shouting lyrics from the most famous songs of the 1950's, this was the reason i liked Sid, one time he is over-protective or drunk and the other moment he's dancing and acting like he's the most amazing human being.

after 20 more minutes of dancing we were interrupted by the big door opening and footsteps coming in, we turned around to see the father with his usual "smiling but what the fuck is going on" face

'father!' Sid shouted breaking the hosting silence

'why don't you join us?' he meant it

'i think i'd better leave the swinging and dancing to the younger generation' his head went down as he looked trough his eyebrows, with that usual sneaky little smirk/smile on his face

'mass starts in a few minutes, feel free to attend' he says whilst slowly looking at me raising his eyebrows which means he's waiting for my answer

i slightly smile whilst saying 'no i'd rather not, thanks for the invite though' he smiles even more to let me know it's fine

you could already hear the voices of the people that are waiting to get inside, we quickly put our shoes on again. as he opens the door the crowd starts to get in, i keep standing next to the father, sid leaves immediatly.

suddenly someone comes up to us, i recognize the man, it must be a parishioner, wait...what was his name again...uhm something with a W....yes that's it! William! William Allanach? a scottish man around the 30, fit shape, he has 2 children, maureen and kenneth, both beautiful children, he doesn't see them very often though, that's because he's been to jail a couple of years ago, i don't quite know what it was about, but his children are often with their mom. the lad doesn't look that bad, hazel brown eyes, a mix between blonde and brown hair, and good teeth.

'elizabeth wasn't it?' he turns to me and for a second, i'm suprised, we've only talked like 2 or 3 times, and he still remembers my name

'yeah, that's me, can i help you with something?'he slightly smiled

'uhm..yeah, you can actually, i was about to ask you a favor' he started blushing

'yeah..sure, how can i help?' 

'so my 2 kids are coming home next thursday, and i thought, what if i suprise them with a cake, but i'm not good at baking, and i though...maybe you could help?' he seemed so honest, nothing like a common criminal, but people change right

'..well, sure! i'll wait for you after mass!' before he left he asked me if i was an atheist, i was rather suprised by the question, but answered yes, he then walked off. 

30 MINUTES LATER: MASS IS STILL GOING, ELIZA IS SITTING ON A BENCH RIGHT NOW

10 more minutes and mass is finished, i've been looking at the trees and graves, i honestly feel bad for the kids that are buried here.

'eliza, didn't expect you here' a familiar voice said, i turned around to find inspector sullivan standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets, and 1 eyebrow raised so he'd again have the "what are you doing here?" look