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began to stir within her.
“Really?”
    “Yes. We'll put an end to this little dilemma
of yours once and for all.”
    “How?”
    Father Frank took a deep breath and followed it up
with another gulp of beer. “You need to change yourself,
Dianne. You need to change the person you are before you can truly
solve this problem.”
    She slumped in her seat. “That could take
years.”
    “Bullshit. Sit up straight.”
    She did.
    “That's better. It won't take years unless you
want it to. Or, I should say, unless you allow it to. If you
really want to put an end to that pissant's abuse, you'll change
yourself right this minute.”
    She stared at him, fully absorbed. “How?”
    “You'll make a decision. You'll stop being a
victim. It's quite simple, really. Instead of running around
looking for help in churches or in phone calls to the police, you'll
stand up and solve the problem yourself. And when you do, you'll
wonder what the hell took you so long.”
    She was captivated
by his attitude, but she still had no clue as to what to do. She
gulped some more beer. “But... how ?”
    He pounded the table with his fist. “You fight
back, that's how!”
    “I can't! He's too big! He'll kill me for sure
if I try to fight him!”
    Frank was up in a flash. He crossed the room and
yanked open a small drawer near the sink. Reaching inside, he
fumbled around for a moment and then extracted a small paring knife.
While he was up he opened the cabinet again and stared at the
collection of bottles arranged there. He ground his teeth,
scrutinized the selection and finally pulled down a fifth of Wild
Turkey which was more than half full. He returned to the table and
sat down.
    “Do you know what this is?” he asked,
holding up the small knife.
    “It looks like a paring knife.”
    “That's right. It's also the solution to your
entire fiasco.”
    “It is?”
    “Yes. Often times the answers to our problems
are quite simple. There's no need to over-complicate things.”
Frank held the knife to his mouth and closed his eyes. He mumbled
something incoherent and then kissed the blade. When he opened his
eyes again he smiled at Dianne and set the knife on the table,
sliding it toward her. “I blessed it for you. I guarantee
you, this will work.”
    She was doubtful. “You want me to stab him with
a paring knife?”
    “I want you to go home. I want you to go about
your business, whatever that might be. I want you to live in peace,
Dianne, but if that boisterous cocksucker tries to hurt you again,
in any way, I want you to immediately pull out this knife and start
slicing him up.”
    “But...”
    “No more excuses! If you keep making these
irrelevant excuses, he's going to end up killing you. Is that what
you want?”
    “No. Of course not.” She stared at the
knife, feeling scared. She couldn't even imagine trying to fight
Cliff off with the little paring knife.
    “I didn't think so. I want you to take this
knife, and know that this knife is blessed. I want you to take it
and conceal it, but I want you to keep it handy at all times. Keep
it in your pocket, or your purse, or wherever you want. It doesn't
matter where you keep it, just so long as you can get your hands on
it when you need to. And when he starts his bullying I want you to
take it out and just start cutting him up with it. Go for the face,
the eyes. You need to scare him as badly as you need to harm him.
Make every gash count.”
    She was almost stunned. “What if I kill him?
I'll go to prison.”
    “I would advise you to try and avoid actually
killing him. But you need to at least give him the impression that
you're willing to go that far. Even that you want to. You need to
cut him to ribbons, until he's screaming and crying for you to stop.
Or until he flees the apartment, afraid for his life. You need to
turn the tide, Dianne. You need to establish yourself as a hardened
bitch who has reached the end of her rope and is prepared to do
whatever is necessary to end