Got her Irish up. (Tag James Ford -- OTA who dares.)
Margaret hadn't been this angry in a long time -- she was fuming, and God help anyone who got in her way. She was storming through the village, looking in every bar for a certain tall, blond guy with dimples.
When she found him, she was going to help him find Jesus -- either metaphorically, if he'd listen -- or literally, if he wouldn't.
When she found him, she was going to help him find Jesus -- either metaphorically, if he'd listen -- or literally, if he wouldn't.