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remember the last time
Sammie got to play with another child.  Don’t get me wrong, Jessica loves her
boy dearly, but sometimes this place is a little detached from the world. I
don’t think Sammie has any idea what real life is like.  With his father dying,
I’m not surprised he’s been acting out.”
    “Acting
out?”
    Frank
shrugged again and seemed a little uncomfortable, as if speaking so freely was
a betrayal of his employer.  “He’s been swearing a lot, which is totally out of
character, and he’s suddenly gotten much smarter.  I mean much much smarter – like
he’s been reading a set of encyclopaedias.  It’s…peculiar.  Plus, he seems to
know all about current events, from politics to pop music, but all I ever see
the kid watch is South Park. Personally, I think the child needs therapy
rather than anything else.”
    “I
thought a psychiatrist had already seen the boy,” Angela said.
    Frank
nodded.  “A couple have.  They didn’t provide much help, but such things take
time.  If Ms Raymeady had been a little more patient then perhaps we might have
seen a change.”
    Angela
thought things through.  In her experience, claims of demonic possession or
evil presences often resulted in a verdict of mental illness.  A psychiatrist
was almost always more use than a priest was.
    But
not always . 
    Angela
had witnessed one event in her life when all the psychiatrists in the world would
not have helped.  But that was something she put out of her mind.  It would
only cloud her judgement.
    “Look,”
said Frank.  “I have other duties to attend to, so if you don’t mind? If you
need anything, just dial 904 on the handset beside your bed.  Otherwise I will
see you bright and early tomorrow.  Ms Raymeady will want you to meet with
Sammie as soon as possible.  If you then decide to stay, Michael will drive
over to your home to gather your things for you.  Try to get some sleep, and
don’t worry if you hear anything in the night. Young Samuel has taken to causing
commotion during the late hours. It is nothing to worry about.”
    Angela
shot the man a questioning look.  “Commotion?”
    “Yes,”
said Frank.  “He likes to quote the Bible, despite never having read it to my
knowledge.  He can get quite…animated.”
    “Okay,”
said Angela.  “Could you do me a favour?”
    “Of
course.”
    “Write
down the passages he mentions. It would be interesting to see which parts of
the Bible he’s focused on.”
    “Will
do,” said Frank. Then he left.  Angela got ready for bed.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Angela
was woken at 7AM according to her cheap CASIO watch. Once again, Frank had been
at her door, this time with a tray of toast and orange juice, and once again he’d
worn the same begrudging expression on his face.  The poor guy really was
having to pick up the slack for all the people who had left.
    “Hey,
Frank.  Did you get any sleep yourself last night?”
    “I
got ten minutes here and there.  Don’t worry about me, though.  Did you sleep
well?”
    “I
sure did.”  In fact Angela had slept like a log. The bed was so comfy that she
hated having to leave it to face the day. She’d been mindful of listening out
for Sammie’s religious tirades during the night, but once she’d slid between
the sheets she had pretty much slept right through (fully clothed as well, for
lack of having any night clothes).
    “Ms
Raymeady will meet you in the lounge where you shared a drink last night,” said
Frank. “Along with a colleague you’ll be working with.”
    “A
colleague?”
    Frank
nodded and seemed to be trying to keep back a grin.  “Yes, a young man named
Tim Golding.  I’ll leave you to find out about him directly.  He’s…enthusiastic,
I suppose.”  Frank turned and walked back down the hallway. If Angela wasn’t
mistaken she was sure she could hear the man laughing.
    Obviously
I’m not in on the joke.
    She
spent the next five minutes freshening up in the en suite’s sink,