“Okay, Father,” Byrne said to the motorcycling priest, probably his favourite among the ecclesiastical members of staff at Speke Hill. Father Rooney, probably because of his love of motorcycling, seemed more "with it" than the other priests and nuns, Gerald thought.
Leaving Father Rooney to return to his marking, Byrne skipped off happily to meet Angela who was waiting patiently outside her dormitory building, one of two large buildings allocated to the girls of Speke Hill. She was sitting on the grass, her knees tucked beneath her as she waited, a small book in her hand.
“What kept you?” she asked as Gerald arrived, slightly breathless from running the last few yards.
“Father Rooney,” he replied, and explained Rooney"s request to his sister.
“Okay, come on then,” said Angela, holding
