Oh, come on, Margaret! You're an army brat. What else do you do with a tool you've been given for a war? Thankfully for me, I got the kind of tool that would help me with what I already know to do.

[He holds his hands out in front of him and wiggles his fingers with a grin.]

If only Father Mulcahy can see me now, with my laying on of hands. He might bite right through his rosary.