Not a Prayer Who: Molly, (Father Peter?) Open What: Prayer and the Big Guy When: 1:15 pm Where: The Chapel
Molly didn't see anyone around as she stepped into the ship's chapel. She padded down the center isle and dropped her art bag on the first pew. This would be a nice, quiet place to draw, if she had permission. It was bright, and the rain wasn't making it gloomy.
First, however, she moved to the memorial candles and placed her coin in the box before lighting two. She went down on both knees and folded her hands almost under her chin.
"Dear Big Guy, look after Mommy and Ashanti. Keep them happy. Does Heaven have a fun park? Because mom sure did like roller coasters. You might want to keep that in mind, sir. I know I should say a prayer for great grampa Frank, but the whole family is Catholic and prays for him. Poor Ashanti was Baptist. I don't think they have memorial prayers. They just try to drown each other and sing a whole lot. So I'll keep putting in some back up for her, okay? Keep my Sean safe and don't let him get shot again. It's immensely distressing, and it hurts a lot. Though he is pretty funny on the pain meds, even if being stoned is a sin. I'm sure medically necessary, not in the marijuana way, drugs are alright. Let him find a girlfriend. I'm all guilted up to be the only focus. He needs his eyes checked to broaden his vision. Let him see people. A cousin or two might be nice before he's too dried up to be productive likw that. Oh, and I'm sorry I pimped him out. It wasn't for money, so it doesn't count. He gave me the dissapointed look, which kinda bothers me. Okay, I'll admit it, you see all anyway. I'm sorry I got caught. Not really sorry for the setting him up. He needed it. It was that or a solid kick to his posterior, and I don't like anyone hitting enyone else. Oh, and joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea. Amen."
She started to get up then paused, going back to her knees, hands folded. "Oh, and can I draw in your church? Not on the walls or pews, but on paper as is proper." She paused, tilting her head a bit. "Okay, you didn't say no so I'll take it as a yes. Bye now."
She got back up and moved to sit by her bag, digging out her sketchpad to work on her next person. As long as they were coming into her brain she had to let them out. It was crowded in there.