Joey Driscol did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He knew entering into a church was something people did every day of the week but the fact didn’t make it any easier. He had promised himself he was through with churches, he was finished with them the day in Kilmora when the priest asked Shauna and himself to rise and depart from the Lord’s House for offending the congregation with their very presence.
“And how would we manage that?” Joey had said to Father Eugene, who was stooped and nervous before them, his top lip twitching and sparkling with the sweat on it.
“Now, Joey Driscol, we need have no trouble from the likes of ye in front of these good people,” he said.
“Good people? Good people, is it? There’s not one I would call good among them, haven’t they had the knives o
