I called a priest in another town, random, just Googled Catholic churches in Windersen County, 310 miles away,and asked the priest if I was wrong for having a feeling, like raccoons in the attic except in my gut, and not saying nothing.
I hung up when the priest asked if I’d like to meet at the rectory and talk about it.
Louise asked Mama where we wanted to move, and Mama got burnt-toast-and-late-for-work angry, Hell no, all she got out of that sick bastard was the house, she said, they could burn down his apartment and probably should, but we were keeping the house.
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