“It’s a fine pair ye make indeed. Well, we’ll see how fine ye are when it’s a cane ye feel flying across yeer bony arses, will we not,” said Brother Aloysius. “I’ll have the Devil lashed out of ye this day, so I will, for this behaviour is becoming a habit to ye both.”
Brother Aloysius led Marti and Pat into Brother Michael’s office where they would see the cane fly this day for sure and for certain. When they arrived there was no sign of Brother Michael, only Brother Declan, who sat in his chair with the gym shoes like the tennis players wear up on the big old desk.
“Where’s Brother Michael?” said Brother Aloysius. “I have two here ready for the caning of their lives.”
“Ah, tis a hospital visit – the old legs – won’t he be back later on,” he said. “I’m minding the place in his absence.
