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Boondock Saints/Gossip: A Guide to Modern Living snippet
Missing scene from A Guide to Modern Living (Gossip/Boondock Saints, Travis/Connor). PG13, 221 words.
Travis would never peg Connor for a religious type, but he lights the candles and crosses himself in a mindless familiar way. Okay, so maybe 'mindless' is not the word. The prayers flow from Connor's lips in the half-muttered, half-mouthed manner of those who have internalized them. Travis hasn't been to church since elementary school, and he apes Connor clumsily and watches him out of the corner of his eye.
Connor puts a dollar in the collection box as they leave.
"What were you praying for?" Travis asks. "Unless, you know, it's private or something."
He smiles. "It's not like birthday wishes. It won't not come true if I tell you."
"Okay," travis says slowly. "So?"
"So what?"
"What were you praying for!"
Connor says, "I was praying for the dead."
"The dead?" Travis raises his eyebrow. "The dead are dead, man. I think the living can use some prayers, though."
"I'll pray for whoever I fucking want to," says Connor. "And all the living will die too, someday."
"I'm planning on living forever," Travis shrugs.
Connor takes out a pack of cigarettes, taps them out and offers Travis one. "You live forever in heaven."
"Yeah." Travis lights up his cigarette. "But... that means you live forever in hell too, right?"
"Aye," Connor replies, and lights up his own. "Hell too."
Travis would never peg Connor for a religious type, but he lights the candles and crosses himself in a mindless familiar way. Okay, so maybe 'mindless' is not the word. The prayers flow from Connor's lips in the half-muttered, half-mouthed manner of those who have internalized them. Travis hasn't been to church since elementary school, and he apes Connor clumsily and watches him out of the corner of his eye.
Connor puts a dollar in the collection box as they leave.
"What were you praying for?" Travis asks. "Unless, you know, it's private or something."
He smiles. "It's not like birthday wishes. It won't not come true if I tell you."
"Okay," travis says slowly. "So?"
"So what?"
"What were you praying for!"
Connor says, "I was praying for the dead."
"The dead?" Travis raises his eyebrow. "The dead are dead, man. I think the living can use some prayers, though."
"I'll pray for whoever I fucking want to," says Connor. "And all the living will die too, someday."
"I'm planning on living forever," Travis shrugs.
Connor takes out a pack of cigarettes, taps them out and offers Travis one. "You live forever in heaven."
"Yeah." Travis lights up his cigarette. "But... that means you live forever in hell too, right?"
"Aye," Connor replies, and lights up his own. "Hell too."