[ WP ] Veronica organized the volunteers to place flags at local cemeteries for Veteran 's Day ( Mundane Monday )

People bustled about the church as Veronica Miller rapped sharply on a desk in a vain attempt to gain their attention. 
 
 `` If everybody would just gather around here, we could get started'', she said. 
 
 People continued to ignore her soft voice. The Burley twins were horsing around, pushing each other down the pews. Mrs. Damneh and the Widow Salhan were arguing about a topic that surely had no correct answer. Several other volunteers dug through the boxes of flags, complaining about the size and condition. 
 
 `` Really if I could just have your attention'', Veronica pleaded. 
 
 `` I do n't think they are listening lass,'' Father Neal whispered as he came up behind her. 
 
 Veronica was not the most patriotic person, nor did she feel an innate desire to contribute to the community. No the reason she agreed to organize this veterans flag thing was just a promise to her late grandfather. Old man Miller was a hard ass Marine and loved his country dearly. Veronica promised him she would take the reigns after he passed and continue the tradition. She regretted the promise. Not because everyone ignored her, but because it was here. This place. This church. 
 
 `` You should project your voice more'', Father Neal said as he leaned over her shoulder. His hands snuck into the small of her back and one inched around toward her navel. 
 
 `` Please Father, do n't''' Veronica whispered. He he rejected the request and and placed his hand firmly below her belly button. This is what she dreaded. Being around him and his heavy breath and wandering hands. 
 
 `` You must project with you stomach'', he repeated and pushed firmly. `` Your voice come from down here''. 
 
 Veronica shuddered. He made her skin crawl. She stepped forward just out of his grasp and screamed, `` I said stop''. 
 
 The room fell silent and everyone tuned their attention to Veronica. She quickly recovered. `` If everyone would stop what they are doing and come here''. 
 
 Father Neal backed away and slunk back into the crowd of volunteers. Even the Burley twins straightened up and got into line. Veronica delegated tasks for the day and the only complaints came from the Widow, which everyone expected. 
 
 `` Your grandpa would be proud of you'', Mrs Damneh said. 
 
 `` You think? I think he would be disappointed in my troop leading ability'', Veronica replied. 
 
 `` It's confidence and experience, my dear'', she replied. 
 
 Mrs. Damneh droned on but Veronica's attention was drawn to Father Neal and his interactions with the Burley twins. The vicar had squatted down and his roaming hands were in full force. Betty Burley's eyes locked on Veronica's. It was a dead stare. Veronica's stomach turned. It was n't just her, it was n't imagined. She remembered something her grand father once told her. He said leaders only lead because someone needs them to. That little, stupid, fortune cookie quote meant so much more staring into that little girl's eyes. Mrs. Damneh continued to talk as Veronica walk away toward a long overdue confrontation. 

