38: Ticket to AmericaJack sat on his bed, in a state of shock and still suffering the ill effects of the alcohol. Malcolm Vickers was folding his few items of clothing into a battered suitcase.
‘Why?’ asked Jack. ‘You know it was Brother Charles. We’re supposed to be family. I thought you were my friend.’
‘You’re a drunk, Jack. It’s time you faced up to it. Otherwise it’s going to destroy you.’
‘Sod the drink. I’m telling the truth and you know it as well as I do.’
‘You’re losing touch with reality. I think you actually believe Brother Charles did it. You’re a sick man. You need treatment. I know it’s been a while since Mrs Brennan died, but, Jack, for heaven’s sake, you have no business taking out your frustrations on boys. It’s vile. Rotten. And to malign the name of a man of God – i
