Under New Management

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Lily softens ever so slightly. She is not trying to hurt him, to drive him from the place - but he must understand. “Do not play the pity card. You are a stranger to us, and it is natural for anyone to be suspicious, particularly when parts of a story don’t make sense. It isn’t hatred and you know it.” Her eyes challenge him, chastise him for playing the injured child when he’d all but provoked it with his ‘I know best’ bullshit. She takes a deep breath, using it to calm herself even more. “You are welcome to Bastien’s ‘church,’” she puts that part in air quotes, “head it and continue to worship Safrin in whichever way you think best. But it can no longer be housed here. Come back for the service, I have no problem with hosting it.” And with that, she goes to the door and pointedly opens it. The conversation is over. He can have whatever he wants, except for this building, and she will not stop him. Call it squatter’s rights, if you will, or call it self-preservation. What Lily does know is that she doesn’t trust the old man, and she won’t have him creeping around. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye