138 The Meadow sound of footsteps, and murmuring voices all collide and mush into a grand whole, a swarm of people, of which the individuals are hard to completely isolate. They finally make it out into the community area again after shuffling for some minutes behind those who made it to the doors before them. “Da-mm-ang,” Fran says smoothly, “That took a while.” Bridget rolls her eyes endearingly. “‘Damn’ isn’t really a cuss word you know,” she teases, “but even if it was, we’re out of the chapel now.” Fran holds up her free hand defensively. “I’m just trying to be polite! Can’t imagine God would appreciate me implicitly insulting patience while in his crib.” “Wh-” Bridget chokes on a snort. “Did you just call the church building God’s crib?” “Well, isn’t it supposed to be his house or something?” “I- yeah, but-” Bridget cuts herself off simply to laugh. Fran flashes her a bright smile. They walk a little further out into the community area before Fran speaks up again. “It’s after, uh, Lent now, right? Do you want a donut?” Bridget chuckles and shrugs. “Sure. I’m sure you want one, too.” Fran bats her eyes at her. “You know me so well.” Bridget just snorts in reply. At a table near the back of the community area, many of the congregates had huddled around a table, at which a youth minister was passing out donuts and coffee. As they wait in the makeshift line for their turn, Fran squints and tries to see over the shoulders of other people at what kinds of donuts were left. “Hmm…” Fran jumps to get a glance at what was left. “I think I see maple...that’s probably healthiest.” Bridget shoots her a half-hearted look. “Fran, they’re donuts, I don’t think that really matters.”
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