six and seventy. angelica was a spazzy child.

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Though the things I said as a child reflected heavily on the time, as I am certain many of you are aware the year for me was 1630, or surmised the era from speaking to me, I feel I must reiterate that certain beliefs of mine are much changed

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Aye, then I shall later.

And we agree on that matter. Ignorance equates it to massacring infants. In truth, most theologians in my time did not debate transubstantiation in that way, for they were more concerned it was a form of idolatry.

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The kettle, if you would. I feel odd drinking.

I found that I could not agree with many theologians, for they all argued against women speaking in church. They can debate until the end of days about idolatry and the Blood of Christ and Papists and what-ever else, but if they are silent about women then I shall not hear a word they say.

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And some traditions are very silly indeed, Neil.

But I will stop this discussion for now, and we can engage in a debate later, if you like.

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[Angelica knocked at Howie's door at a much later hour, having spent much of the day taking care of social affairs. It wasn't easy for her, attempting to throw herself back into her old routine, but she was tired of feeling sorry for herself.]

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[She nodded her hello, looking at their feet for a moment before she finally raising her gaze to his and smiling. It was awkward seeing him, but she had anticipated that it would be considering this was the first time they truly spoke since the ordeal with the nanomites.

He had stabbed her in the neck, after all.]

May I come in? [She smiled again.]

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For the sake of politeness, Neil. [And for breaking the ice, as they both seemed at a loss for what to say. She stepped inside and glanced around the cabin out of habit.]

Not going to stab me this time, I hope? [Angelica offered Howie a smile, as if to say - see? I can joke about this, all is well.]

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[Her cabin had looked similar after the flood, and a little mess didn't bother her. It actually reminded her of home - Beth roaming about and leaving a trail of chaos everywhere she went in Fanshawe.

Angelica grinned, satisfied that it would only be the tea and not any unexpected violence, but it didn't last.]

I am.... [She raised her shoulders in a shrug.] Oh, I know not.

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What happened?

[She took a seat on his settee, rubbing her neck to rid herself of an ache. The last few days had been trying - coming to terms with her childhood, understanding the transformation of her husband and what he had lost, speaking with Mal and holding her as she sobbed for her children...

And then the nanomites. Oh the nanomites, and how she loathed herself still.]

It was difficult, Neil. It was very, very difficult.