Chéri was sincerely happy to learn that Francis was not going to judge or inquire too much about exactly how they made their money. The Pony had been enough of an answer and that, Chéri found appropriate. They smiled lightly, appreciating Francis’ relaxed attitude surrounding the matter.


Chéri shook their head. The question had been different and it was not relevant to Malachi. Chéri touched his chin, wondering how they could possibly mimc Father Richards. They had met him only once and mostly he had looked fidgety and angry. Chéri did the glasses gesture and shook their head, then sank their head in their shoulders, waved a finger around with a preachy look and growled at Francis. Than it occurred to him. “Père Richards” growl again “Francis” drawing something big with their hand in the air. God, luckily they had almost reached Mrs Higgins kitchen.