"Stop praying for me. Freaks me the fuck out."
These were the rarest of words for French to say to Rose. His harsh tone revealed how he felt. Rose had told him that she'd been praying for him to get a new job. Within a week after saying this to him he'd gotten three different job offers. This spooked him to be sure, and he'd actually not followed up on any of them; even though he hated his current position.
French had avoided Rose for well over a month, but he showed up tonight for Sunday Dinner (a standing offer). After dinner he said: "Sorry Rose. You can go back to praying for me. Just nothing specific okay?" Rose smiled and nodded to French, and poured him a small glass of Bowmore.
