Merry Sister Mary and the One and Only Killer

32: Sister Mary Says Her Goodbyes

The morning was quiet but full of smiles. Everyone seemed happier and more willing to help. Perhaps since the dreadful fog of Michael's reign had lifted, everyone finally had a chance to breathe anew. Gloria helped Janet cook and set the table. Brandon worked with Baines to feed the dogs. Pearl danced out in the garden and came back with an armful of beautiful flowers for the centerpiece. It was good. Nothing more was needed. The Stanton family finally had a home, a warm and bright home.

We joked over breakfast, flung food, and before we knew it, Sergeant Leblanc was knocking on the front door to take me to New Orleans.

"You ready to go," he said stepping into the hallway. I looked at umbrella at my side and the shoes on my feet.

"Yep, that is everything." I swung DT over my shoulder. "I guess it's my time to go," I said turning to the Stanton family. One after the other hugged me goodbye.

"Do you really have to leave?" asked Pearl. "I don't want you to go."

"I have to," I said poking the girl with my umbrella. "Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to, say goodbye to friends we don't want to leave. But good things always come back around. You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Trust me," chuckled Leblanc, "we tried."

Everyone laughed. I handed Pearl a slip of paper.

"Here," I said with a grin. "It's the address of where I will be living in New Orleans. If you are ever in town, stop by." I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Maybe then I'll show you how to really steal a car and break into a bank. You, me, Bonnie and Clyde."

Pearl smiled wiping a tear off her cheek.

"You're a terrible nun," she said.

"Oh," I said surprised.

"But you're the best friend I have ever had." Pearl hugged me tight. " Thank you, Sister Mary."

I wished I could tell her that everything would be alright, tell her that no one would ever try to hurt her again, that I would always be around to save the day, but I could make no such promise. I could simply pray that good things would come and that doing good things would bring her joy. Life was not easy and anyone who told you otherwise should not be trusted. I saw in Pearl a young girl thrown into a family of many secrets and many issues. She was being suffocated under all the drama. Now with the evil gone and the justice served, Pearl looked more alive than the girl I first met, the girl who slammed her bedroom door in my face. That was my most cherished memory I would have upon leaving this town. Her smile, her joy.

I hesitantly descended the steps. The eyes of all the family staring silently as Sergeant Leblanc opened the door to the police car and led me inside. It was my first time in the back of a police car, and I was unbearably excited. I took one last look out of the window at the manor as we drove away. I heard Brandon cry out.

"That nun is absolutely bonkers."

"Not at all," said Pearl waving and rushing onto the lawn, "that nun is bloody brilliant."

...

"Wait," I cried out as we turned on to the highway. Leblanc slammed on his breaks.

"What the hell is it?" he cried glancing through the rearview mirror at me.

"I have one more stop before we leave town. Something I have left to do."

"Where do you want to go?"

I chuckled.

"I'll tell you where to turn. Drive on, good sir."

Soon the police car came to stop on the side of the road. I told Sergeant Leblanc I would not be long, to just keep the car running. He looked adequately confused as he leaned over and glanced through the window.

"An ice cream shop?"

"I'll be right back." I slammed the door shut and skipped merrily up the steps. As soon as I entered, I hear a crash of something falling and a voice cry out.

"Oh hell not you again!"

"Mr. Jim Berry," I said sauntering up to the counter.

"What you do want, Sister Mary?"

"I would like two cones, please. Vanilla."

"You have money this time? Cause I can't give you it for free. My boss will kill me."

"No money." I leaned in over the counter. "You see that police car outside, Mr. Jim?" I pointed and waved. Leblanc smiled and waved back through the window. "I told the cops that you had been harassing Ms. Pearl Stanton. Now, I can easily tell them it was all a misunderstanding and that you won't do it again, or I can call him over here, and we can get your parents on the phone and your boss involved. So, Mr. Berry, you have a choice. We can sweep this under the rug with a little bit of free ice cream or we can have some fun at the police station."

"You're bluffing," said Jim biting his lip. "There is no way the police take this seriously."

"Alright then," I said shrugging my shoulders. "I warned you." I gestured to Leblanc to come inside. He looked dumbfounded and slowly exited the vehicle. Jim instantly shoved two ice cream cones my way.

"Here," he said. "On the house."

"Thank you, Jim dear." I said taking a large lick. "I'll be seeing you. Watching you. So behave now. Goodbye." Jim snarled. With that I exited the shop two of the largest ice cream cones money could buy.

"What's wrong, Sister Mary? Everything okay?" Leblanc looked into the shop window. I motioned to the car.

"Nothing wrong at all. Let's go." I shoved a cone in his face. "Ice cream?"

"How did you pay for that?"

"Charm," I smiled. "Guess I just have that merry personality that cannot be denied."

"Ah huh," said Leblanc not convinced. "Whatever. Let's get going."

Sitting in the police car, I stared out the window at Jim Berry. He stood with a broom in his hands and a scowl on his face. As the engine started and the car began to move, I blew him a kiss goodbye. The boy's face curled into disgust and gagged.

"Oh, sweet sweet, Jim Berry," I said taking a mouthful of the delicious dessert. "Thank you for the ice cream."