A day later
15th of February, 1970

The overwhelming day after not only his notoriety in Salem verged, but also he was the speculated perpetrator of his family's poisoning with a bottle of red wine, he eagerly determined to leave the small city as he moved in Boston though the trouble awaited him even in the first city where the notoriety embraced him with open arms.

As the young priest woke up in the early morning approximately 4 o'clock before the others to figure out about his sudden awaken condition, whether if he didn't want to or so, Alexander must flee Salem as soon as possible.

Once the pale blue lights dispersed through the pale beige blinds in the wee hours of the morning, the holy man couldn't suppress an instinctive yawn with a morning breath as he rubbed with his fists his drowsy sapphire eyes, yet fueled with fatigue and burden.

He was sleeping with his plain undershirt and boxers as they were his common pyjama outfit as well. Alexander's eyes blinked and blinked like ticking antique clock. He insepcted promptly his surroundings within seconds until he utterly comes to his senses at last. His heart lightly hammered in his chest.

Then he got from the bed, making it, hence, picking up his leather suitcase from his chair as he moved it on the bed, opening it as there were paraphernalia, stored as a luggage. He was relieved it won't take him a quarter an hour to pack everything which he owns.

First and foremost, he began to pick up the items he possessed, followed by a couple of ecclesiastical attires in his wardrobe, folding them in proper manner until he gathered them altogether inside the leather suitcase. It took him a couple of minutes for his preparation as he gripped momentarily his car keys and left the dorm room without any hesitation.

As soon as Alexander stepped inside the empty church, he opted to be exceedingly cautious to not cause any trouble and ado. For this purpose, his leather oxford shoes scarcely clapped the floor as the young priest tiptoed as he was approaching the double polished church doors.

His forehead creased as his body's temperature drastically increased, goosebumps bathing his flesh as the murderous silence made his hairs stabd up on the back of his neck. Grotesque, cunning frown, crawled on his yet youthful face, peppered in palish tint. Pursing his lips as his sly sapphire blue eyes were essentially focused on his journey to escape. One of his hands was occupied with holding the suitcase unlike the second one that supported the man of the cloth, capable of doing other actions which the active one couldn't at all. His hopes were to not being spotted in the wee hours of the morning, as a result of rebelling against the Salem church.

Once Father McKenzie pushed the double doors, he made his own way towards the car as his sole free mammoth hand delved in his slacks' pocket, searching for the car keys until he found them lastly and unlocked the door, setting the baggage on the back seat and afterward he got inside his car, starting its car engine and to drive, having ultimate control over his vehicle.

***

"Oh God!" The blonde grumbled something under her panting once she woke up in the early hours of Sunday, laying under the blanket as Timothy was still asleep, fortunately. Her eyelids opened reluctantly in the partly coal black bedroom.

When she finally came to her senses, she looked at the clock by her nightstand's side reading it properly "5:15AM" in the morning. A hand dabbed her forehead lightly to not harm her own delicate, silken skin and rosy tints to colorize partly her skin. Her tousled wavy honey hair was ruffled on the cotton pillow, hardly blinking as the alcohol didn't abide any longer once she fell asleep.

The night before after the romantic dinner in the kitchen and the sultry neck kisses and nibbles, the couple made love to each other even if they were inebriated and the wine affected their lust.

Jude collected sufficient memories as explicit and graphic scenes she recalled from the last night with Timothy.

All she remembered how rough was Timothy when he thrusted inside her drenched core. His creamy skin, contacting her. His darkened chocolate orbs with desire, love and lust fixed on her face. Muffled, sensual moans and groans of pleasure and pain levitated in their love nest in unison. How sweet, luscious their mouths tasted!

It was overwhelming for the former sister of the church. What she thought about was the white wine that affected her mind and she commenced with the sexy dirty talk, seducing the former monsignor and incapable to control her language. Moreover, discarded garments and lingerie can be found on the floor. Spilled negligently.

Once she glimpsed quickly at the other side of the bed as she felt a hand encircling his waist, Timothy was still sleeping, luckily. A sensation of relief sent electroshocks through her mossy, milky body as she verged to have a heart attack if she recognized in Timothy hints of being awake.

A slight, affectionate smile bloomed on her lips as the red lipstick smudged embarrassingly under her chin circa her lips, losing its ravishing red hue. The bed sheets underneath their bodies were wrinkled, as a result of the events that took in the bedroom the night before.

In the meantime, she opted to wriggle and not wake up her husband until he pulled her towards her as he mumbled something in his slumber. Judy was trapped and couldn't escape his colossal hand's grip, clasped around her waist until he comes to his senses either too.

What she wanted to do is to go in the bathroom and clean herself though the former sister of the church wasn't able to do it right away. In addition to, she needed urgently to go in the en-suite bedroom.

Then Jude stubbornly squirmed as she removed gently his hand from her waist as a frown flourished in the corner of Timothy's plump lips as soon as she got from the bed, got clothed in cotton peignoir, tiying its belt around her waist and hopped up in comfy slippers, proceeding up to the restroom, leaving the former holy man sleeping all alone for a while as his hand rested on the empty rumpled bed sheet.

A couple of minutes later, she walked away from the en-suite bathroom, moving up inside the bedroom, tiptoeing as she untied the belt from her silky scarlet red peignoir, wrapping its sleeves on the chair as she crawled back in the bed, cuddling qgainst Timothy's stark, muscular body, absorbing its warmness.

In the interim, her hand lowered to his veiny, relaxed one as if it felt like dead weight, grabbing it as maneuvering it to her waist. Suddenly she felt a grasp as Timothy couldn't subside the growing, smug smile, curling up in the corner of his motionless lips.

***

A few days later
18th of February, 1970

The days passed as swiftly as an arrow.

Father McKenzie has already established in Boston as he returned back at the local Boston church which is the nearest located to the Howards mansion. Not only he let his beard grow longer and stubble, moreover he went a hairdresser to make a different haircut of the juvenile priest, although he wasn't affably welcomed in the hair salon in Boston. All he wanted to do is to impose some changes in his appearance so that to not get in trouble by the police and interrogate him over his deeds and crimes. 

Alexander opted to ignore the harsh comments and hoaxes behind his back, besides the hostility which the Bostonians proned to towards him.

When Sister Molly accepted him again she was beyond flabbergasted for his reborn in the small city from where his notoriety emanates at first.

Flashback
15th of February, 1970

"Father, what are you supposed to do there?" The older nun questioned suspiciously, arching an eyebrow as her amber eyes wandered up and down, surveying the young man of the cloth standing before her.  "You shouldn't be there. Why you are back?" Sister Molly inquired skeptically, narrowing her eyes.

Father McKenzie spotted Sister Molly, his tutor in the local church's yard, dawdling and praying until he striked a conversation with her as she was his last hope to rescue him from the madness of police, investigation and hazards that are going to damage his mentality, progressively evacuating his physical energy and stamina. 

Inside the church was crowded with a couple of nuns and priests though some of them were in the yard, relishing the mid-winter's ambience and vibes. The cold Boston climate was unbearable even for the ecclesiastical faces of the Catholic church. Despite almost every inch of their fragile skeletons were clothed in wool, rigid attires, they were enough warm to keep them for a certain period of time. 

"There was an upheaval in Salem and they involved me in something relentlessly. The police tried to look for me then. And that's why I am back in Boston." He explained, getting away, a daredevil, cocky smile distorted on his lips.

"You are back in Boston," The elder woman paused as she was beyond speechless once she listened to his motives for his arrival. Father McKenzie nodded seriously, paying attention to the older lady. "Because of the authorities in Salem and the notoriety again?" Molly kept on gravely as her tone was peculiarly dry, cold and emotionless.

"That's right! And for this purpose, I am already here."

"I see." The sister of the Roman Catholic church responded slyly. "Welcome back in Boston, Alexander!" In spite of the sixth sense which the middle aged member of the clergy had, she enrolled Father McKenzie, returning him back in the game again. 

***

"When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me. And the more I go inside, the more there is to see. It's all too much for me to take. The love that's shining all around you." The Beatles's song played in the background of the living room. 

"Val, have you ever thought of leaving Boston for a couple of days again?" Frank asked enthusiastically as he shared a beer can with one of his best friends as the Russian-American accompanied him in 

"Probably after 2 months for Easter." Her cold-blooded response equalized her mind as sharp as a razor, sipping her beer, licking greedily her lips as she savored the salty taste of the beer, readjusting her sitting position on the left armchair whereas her guest was sitting on the right one.

The both adults were having an affable evening together with beer cans, drinking and talking to one another. 

Not only they relished the time they spent together in discussions and just drinking, moreover in listening to music, experiencing along the affable atmosphere as close friends. 

Valerie afforded to invite Frank over her one story house for beer can nights in friendly talks triple times a week or it depended of them as well. They managed these evenings once Frank finishes his shift and wants to chill with a friend, sharing a beer beverage in the maid's house. During this time, Shona was usually in her bed as she wasn't prone to go bed later promptly after her dinner, keeping her schedule regular in strict manner. After the dinner, the pre-teen was either brushing her teeth or showering and then crawling in the bed without dithering. 

"Everywhere, it's what you make. For us to take, it's all too much. Floating down the stream of time from life to life with me. Makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be."

"Hmm!" Frank pursed his lips, thrumming quietly to himself a melodical tune for himself as he locked up her hazel green irises. The former cop uneasily gasped.

"Anything wrong, Frank?" The redhead posed the question concerned, diminishing her tone as she controlled it as much as she could. Frank momentarily shook his head, disagreeing with her rhetorical statement. "Alright! Do you have any plans for Easter, although it's a bit early?" She raised an eyebrow as she left on the coffee table her beer can, picking up her cigarette pack by collecting an untouched cigar and liting it up within milliseconds until she blew out dim, dwelling out of her nostrils like spectral, leaving the corpse's body.

"Actually yes." His reply drew instantly the younger lady's attention as a magnet. "I am going to celebrate it with Dorothea and Matt and their children, of course!" In this moment, the housekeeper took a drag off her cigarette, listening attentively the middle-aged man.

"It's all too much for me to take. The love that's shining all around here. All the world is birthday cake. So take a piece but not too much."

"It's awesome to hear it, Frank! What a genius idea of celebrating Easter!" Valerie commented cheerfully as she left her cigarette in the glass ashtray as she gripped fleetingly her can, sipping the weak alcoholic beverage with immense pleasure, hence, wiping her damp mouth and jaw with the back of her elfish, mildly tanned hand. Then the both adults couldn't help but snigger in unison. "Haven't you actually planned to celebrate it in the outskirts of Boston or somewhere else?"

"Nah! Matt and Dorothea have always resided there, thus I am staying with them in Boston." The security guard answered truthfully, a grin flashing across his drenched lips of beer, beer stained breath fueling his mouth. 

"Oh! I thought you would have gone somewhere to celebrate just like some people, during the holidays." Valerie took between her forefinger and middle finger her lit up cigarette, effortlessly, slapdashly taking a puff off it though she knew Frank wasn't a smoker like her and she shielded his health by avoiding to permit the cigarette's smoke to diffuse towards him.

"Sail me on a silver sun, where I know that I'm free. Show me that I'm everywhere, and get me home for tea. It's all to much for me to see. The love that's shining all around here."  

"I would pleased though it won't be the same just like at home."

***

The twins and Agnes were already put to sleep with a lullaby after being bathed and had a decent, scrumptious dinner meal with their parents.

The former sister of the church was beyond occupied with washing the dishes, while the former holy man was closing the windows' curtains and participating in the housework as ten o'clock was passing.

Suddenly the retro phone was ringing, coming from the living room which aroused a tad vexation in her as she couldn't do plenty of stuff in the same time. 

"Somebody's ringing!" Jude cried out loud as she wasn't sure who was calling, washing the filthy and used dishes and silverwave eating tools, whereas Timothy was wandering circa the first floor, closing the windows' curtains to prevent robbery and thieves sneaking in the luxurious, extraordinary two story mansion. The middle aged mother of three children couldn't answer the phone pronto as Timothy was the other alternative. 

"Just a moment, rara avis!" Timothy yelled, scuttling up to the living room not until he took the earpiece, answering the phone at last. "Hello? Who's calling?" The former monsignor slightly bowed his head, holding his lukewarm temple as his sole free hand's elbow propped on the classily lacquered dresser, his chocolate orbs goggled down into the carpeted floor. 

"Tim, it's you, my brother!" John exclaimed joyously, sufficiently euphoric to hear his brother again as it has been months, perhaps weeks since the last time when they have heard one another. "We haven't spoken for weeks even months, if I am not mistaking."

"John! Hey, my brother." Timothy responded gleefully. "Yeah, it has been or probably I have forgot."

"Because of your lovely wife Judy, is that correct?" Timothy's older brother inquired in sneering way, without offending his younger sibling. All of a sudden the former priest's face all flushed, peppered in sanguine tinge as his cheeks were greatly affected.

"Oh, John! It's not that the reason." He retorted.

"Don't lie! Don't play it stupid, my brother," Timothy's younger brother paused, clearing his throat as the older Howard heir paid attention to his words, biting his bottom lip in unsettled manner. "Judy is your Achilles Heel!" In the meanwhile, the slightly younger man riposted wittily.

"She is, she's my rare bird." The former priest stammered. "By the way, how are you?"

"I am doing great and I am excited for your arrival very soon. What about you too, Tim?"

"Oh, that's wonderful. I and Judy are doing well even our children. Eventually yes!"

"What eventually yes?"

"We are coming soon in London to see you and the rest of my family as I want Judy to adapt a bit to us, you know."

"Of course! When do you actually plan to travel for there?" The younger brother posed the question beyond thoughtfully.

"That's a good question, John! We are thinking to travel up to London in early March or probably mid-March," Timothy thought twice which alternative would be better and suitable. "I am already aware of your response."

John plainly, cunningly released a guttural chuckle. "Bettah in early March, Tim! Because I am so eager Judy to meet our family."

"It will be an enormous pleasure for her, of course! I believe she's going to be approved."

"She will be doubtlessly! You shouldn't be worried at all."

"I am slightly worried because of Anna, mom and Daniel," As Timothy was in the middle of his sentence, he wasn't able to carry on with it when his brother lastly curtly cut him off. 

"Oh, screw them, Tim! They will approve your rare bird. They shouldn't underestimate her, because she's an angel, sent from God and the heavens for you." John opted to encourage his younger sibling, not allowing him to lose faith. "They will be actually the losing team if they throw her out like a garbage."

"I absolutely agree with you, John! She's the angel sent for me and I am so lucky and happy to have her, regardless our past experiences and the pain I caused to her for which I am substantially regretting for, howsoever, I assure you, it's just the past that divides us with the present and the future, contrasting times in the universe."

To be continued...