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>> Teson Hall << (viperam nutricare sub ala)

"Hello. I'm Shannon O'Brien. This is Doctor Marcus Macaluso," She offered a polite handshake while nodding toward the doctor. "Mrs. O'Brien. Doctor." Macaluso superimposed his hello on hers then hesitated his, " Nice to meet you, sir," reservedly, not knowing just who he was greeting. His hand was out in reflex, but then checked as Shannon's grip was not yet released. "You are.." Shannon enquired slowly in an unsure voice, "..Mr. Dryfus? Somehow, you look - familiar," her hand still - strangely - trapped in his. "Dimmed memory. We weren't all that sober, so it's quite understandable. Sean Price. Sean Price, madam, at your service." The big red faced man with white bushy eyebrows and flowing hair, bearing a senatorial look folded in a prideful brow made a graceful deep bow and kissed her hand. It was the kind of gesture one would associate with an Elizabethan courtier, lacking only the large plumed hat. Shannon did a responsive curtsey, then gave the big guy a hug. "Ooooh, I had no idea that YOU would be here. I don't remember half of that night. My mind was sa- wimming after the third toast. " Macaluso winced imperceptibly at the swimming reference, his own mind trying to navigate this exchange. "Well, after the church we hit Fegan's Bar. Pretty darned hard, I might add. The whole wedding party - including Father Kelly." "Oh-mih-god, Father Kelly! What was the deal?" Shannon was laughing with her hand on her forehead. Price rolled his eyes and nodded his head, "It WAS Saint Paddy's day too, after all.