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Lorraine had been in a store when she recognised someone. She wasn’t able to place him but had greeted him before realising who he was.
He was an actor, called Sean Pine.
And if she had recalled his name before she spoke, she would have left the store.
But she spoke, he turned, they looked at each other for a time before she remember who he was and he said;
“Oh! Marlene! We met at the Samhein!”
Lorraine smiled as if this was fact because it was far better for him to think she was one of his Wiccan friends than a stupid fan.
“Yes,” Lorraine nodded, imagining Father Francis having a heart attack thinking that his parishioner would be near what he’d call ‘Devil Worship.’
