"Why are they taking so f-..ricking long?" The pause to correct her language had taken the anger out of the words but Mae was irritated so it'd come back just as easily. She wasn't pacing. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged. Mae kind of wanted to be playing with one of her knives but didn't. She doubted the priest would appreciate it even if she was armed. It was one thing to be armed - it was another to be flaunting it in a house of God.
Something like that. She'd never been a very good Catholic. Mae fell carefully back against the floor and crossed her arms in front of her eyes. Block it all from view. That'll make it all better. Surely.