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They made it to the little rise leading to the piers and all of them stopped in their tracks at finding the first wave of nuns in white habits making their way toward them.
“Heavens on earth, look at that!” Phelony gasped as they hurried far off to the side, getting out of main sight.
“That’s him, that has to be the Quantum King!” Gracie said eagerly.
“And that must be his wife,” Phelony said as they stared in awe at the giant man next to her.
“Oh my, he’s holding her lil’ hand,” Tully whispered.
“He looks like Dracula!” Maggie said with a squeal in her voice.
“His wife is like a real angel,” Claire marveled next. “Never saw anything like this.”
“Look at all of them,” Mah-Mah sighed quietly. “Just the sight gives me the chills.”
“An army of angels come to reinforce our swamps, thank you gracious Lord,” Gracie added.
The amens began, working their way through all the ladies, with Tegan capping the parade of holy gratitude with a fat Texas, “Aaaaaaaaaaamen!”
As the holy parade passed them, some of the nuns spied their little gawking, grinning group on the sidelines. Tully set off the waving which was soon followed by a chorus of happy gasps and murmurs from the sea of excited nuns.
“Lord, what are we doing!” Mah-Mah cried, suddenly dashing off. “Come on!” she called. “We should be up at the house receiving them! Mercy, and the band! We gotta get ‘em ready for their reception song!”
Crap right! They’d practiced for hours on that thing and all of them weresoexcited to perform it—those that would.
They hurried after Mah-Mah until they overtook the holy procession with laughing squeals, not stopping ‘til they ran up the back steps of the big house, phones in hand, dialing in emergency instructions.
A minute later, the music stopped, and Mah-Mah’s voice blared into the air with a crap ton of French words.
“What’s she sayin’?” Tegan cried.
“She's telling them in a couple of minutes the cavalry of two hundred angels will be arriving and to get ready to give them a warm, swamp welcome.”
“Hey sis.”
Tegan spun around. “Tater!” She lunged on him, and he laughed, bear hugging her. “You’re still here?”
“Yup.”
“Where have youbeen?” she cried, shoving him off her now.
“Explorin’ these beautiful swamps.”
“Well, dadgum! You get lost?”
He laughed. “Couple times. Met a lot of people. Stayed here and there, helpin’ and stuff.”
“Oh, here they come!” she gasped, grabbing his hand, and yanking him off the porch where they had a better view. Right then, the band started playingtheir song. It was sung by verses. One in French, then in English, and Tegan never loved a tune of lyrics more!
“You hear that? They’re duelin’ it!” she said as they hurried to the gazebo not far from the main path.
“Duelin’ it?” he laughed, standing next to her, getting her giggle and shove.
“You know what I dadgum mean.”
“Well, well, well,” Juliette called from behind. “Who is this Texas cowboy still dirtyin’ up my swamps?”
“Don't you dare hug that woman, she’s in enough trouble already!” Tegan warned, getting Tate’s hands immediately up while Juliette laughed and laughed.
