All Chapters of Fake London bridge is falling down: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

From the living room the telephone went shrieking, looking for an audience. "Moorman's residence. "She said. "Hi, Dr. ""Roach? ""Good morning. Sorry I called at this hour, to early I guess but I didn't want to disturb you before you got to work. ""What's happened Roach? "She asked, rubbing her arm. He never just called. "philbert-- ""Holy Christ! "She felt sick. "I mean did he tell you about father Bernard? I wanted to--. ""Nothings up with Phil? ""Let you know--phil? No, called him yesterday, says he'd speak to you--. ""About? ""Dr. Phil doesn't really agree with this. ""He's not here apparently. ""Its a job. ""I see. "She said"special subject? ""Highly special. ""How old is he? ""He's not a kid, Dr. So its not aligned to your field but we think we have no more special person than you to help us in this case. ""What's actually the matter Roach? "There was brief silence in the li

They took her behind what seemed like a barn. "Jesus Christ! "Dr montoya swore when Charles Roach tried to start his cigarette. "Sorry. "He muttered. And she told him to have a little respect for God.Dr Flavio fleeing was a 25 year old kid, graduated from oxford with high respect. He had a kid brother and an older sister who bloody well loved the convent, she was a nun at the vale vaticano in Rome. They first passed a wretched poster that had in writing Dominican convent 45,0084 and a telephone code with a website. It stated no breakfast and no curfew. It had in writing, the little brothers of the holy family, another house for pilgrims. Charles saw her gaze. "The convent took guests. ""Took. ""Not anymore Dr. "Said flavio. She noticed his green eyes when his gaze turned towards her. He had a handsome grimace. "Now the majority of my fathers monks spends the day praying and worshiping in the church, reading through the bible and meditating. The rest of the d

Non of it made sense that minute because montoya recalled picking up her bag and stumbling through the darkness with Dr flavio and Roach's voice calling for her."wait, mrs moorman,"he said"you haven't heard all that we've got too say." Maybe because Roach afterwards would not stop to bore her about the history of religious communities, like a reproach. He spoke about women who joined the community as aspirants, and the lot of paperworks it involved, to be deemed fit by psychologists or doctors. They would also write essays about their relationship with God before they could qualify to become postulants. All nonsense he spoke until Dr montoya couldn't bear to stand him any longer. While Dr flavio made rants about a possible human in attempt to turn our world into a zombie apocalypse, and thank God adulf Cain was dead, because he was a monster. He had the mark. He had the devil. He was just the zombie. He showed her what seemed like black and white photographs (autopsie

The fact is we're all wrong about everything, Rylee. Dr Axel was saying, only that she wasn't listening. Or was rather doing so too keenly, but a nothing less polite look was a century old cue for disinterest. Good thing that Axel Hunt did not care. Good thing that he had his ciger buried between his lips and smoking, even after he'd promised not to, after a brief while on speaking on trust. We shouldn't trust ourselves too much,he said. Its all your screwed up thinking and wishes marshed up, dr. We're never aware of what we don't know, he explained. It was his answer to her wierd ability to witness the improbable. "You can be less wrong, Rylee. "He said between puffs though"its not with you this all began. ""What? ""Huh? ""What do you think I'm talking about? ""I seem to gather that you are finding it hard to grasp we are all fallible creatures, but I don't see you accepting such a fact except the sooner the better. ""I have halluci

DAY 5Mrs Damaris Cain the mother of Adulf Cain had phoned, again. She reached for moorman's residence and wished to speak with the therapist dr montoya, philbert moorman answered staring at his wife taking an advil pill from the kitchen, with her hair absolutely tattered, stated that his wife was not home. He tapped his fingers on the cabinet tensely and wished he had a pack of molborro lights between his finger, then he remembered that he was catholic. DAY 6The day they visited Adulf Cains grave montoya moorman did not come. It was philbert alone, and the neighbors dog, bone, who had somewhat been a companion for the kid. Philbert moorman drove across the seemingly harmless patroits bridge thinking why people didn't stop to make life any more beziare. Bone barked when the car slowed at the cemetary, Campbell Wallace was there, digging a ditch or whatever the heck it was he was doing. Philbert moorman knew Campbell Wallace as the man who smelt like sin and who ne