She started to probe and I said it was best not to talk about it.
That's when the fun starts.
"Well, I had this growth in the back of my neck and I began to believe it was a demon. None of the elders would exorcise it for me so I tried to get a Catholic priest to do it. He wouldn't do it, but when he found out I wasn't Catholic he said some prayers over it and made some signs...I guess they were to ward against evil...then he sent me home and said he killed the demon; within a week it would turn into a boil and shortly after the demon would be out. I started telling the friends at the Hall about the miracle and they didn't believe me. But they did tell the elders, and I've had nothing but trouble ever since."
Then, if she's still there, look up sweetly, almost pleadingly and ask, "You believe me, don't you?"
When she politely responds, say, "Yeah. That's why I left. You lot will swallow any amount of crap thrown your way."
Just a suggestion...
AuldSoul
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