Something Beneath Page #3

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is that bad, huh? No, no, it's just that

I have so much to do before the rest

of the guests-- You're not gonna

make me go over there and talk to the dog,

are you? And nobody knows

how to dress. Like, come on. Sure, okay. Thank you. So, who stood you up? My keynote speaker,

and I am crushed. Oh, Eugene.

Mmm. Oh, he's probably

hiding under his bed. Now, don't judge

a book by its cover. He's a brilliant

young man. Eugene's mean green

machine kicks ass-- Environmentally speaking. So, let's go see

what she's doing. And my sheets have

a thread count of about zero!

[huffs] Anyways, everyone knows that

my father funds fifty percent of CPC's annual budget. When Daddy hears that they

snubbed me in favor of a geek, who couldn't even get elected

student body president, OMG, he's absolutely

gonna lose it! [fingers snapping] Waiter, menu now! [sighs]

Everybody's so slow here. She has a video blog,

of course, she does. Sometimes I wonder

about my calling. An all-knowing

and merciful god would never have

created celebutantes. Can you please,

um, get me a menu? And my table is dirty! You're not like any other

priest I've ever met. People keep

telling me that. I hope it's a compliment. It is.

Good. I'm-- I'm sorry.

May I? Oh, my-- my pendant.

Yes. [chuckling]

Sure. It was a gift

from my grandmother. Is she from around here? Yeah, yeah.

How did you know? Well, it's an

Anishinabe artifact. It's typical of the Ojibway

who are indigenous to the area. Wow! You know more

about it than I do. My grandmother was Ojibway. She died when I was young,

and this is all I have of her. Call it superstitious,

but I never take it off. Don't confuse spirituality

with superstition. The Ojibway have

a belief system

that connects all living things to aki-- the Earth. I'm afraid you're talking

to a confirmed agnostic. Really? Mm-hmm.

Well, technically, agnostic means you haven't

made up your mind, so I won't put you down

as a confirmed anything

just yet. Cheers. [glasses clinking] [wind blowing] Good morning. Good morning. I don't suppose you've

seen Eugene this morning,

have you? Not a hair. And I've been up for,

oh, way too long. Have you checked his room? Yeah, yeah,

there's nothing. The door was locked,

of course. It's just dinner last night and then I can't find him

anywhere today, it's just strange.

Yeah. I'll check with security. That'd be great.

[radio beeps] Aimee, can you have Jackson

Deadmarsh meet us at security? Deadmarsh. [bell dings] Jackson Deadmarsh? Well, there can't be

two Jack Deadmarshes. Did he used to be chief

of police in Eugene, Oregon? Yeah, yeah. We're lucky

to have someone with

his qualifications. Do you know him? Sort of. I sued him. The church's freedom

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