“Who were they, Gerry?”
“Mark Proctor and Plug, you know, Remington?”
“Bloody hell.”
Gerry had never heard his sister swear before, and the vehemence in her voice took him by surprise.
“We"ve got to tell someone,” Angela quickly decided.
“Oh please, I don"t want to get into trouble,” Lizzie pleaded. “If my parents find out I"ve been hanging around with boys they"ll kill me.”
“But, they tried to r**e you, Lizzie. That"s what happened, isn"t it?” said Angela, far more forcefully than Gerry would have thought possible at her age.
“Yes, but they didn"t actually do it in the end, did they?” said Lizzie.
Ten minutes of discussion ended when Angela told Gerry he"d better take Father Rooney"s gauntlets to him and think of an excuse for being late, while she walked Angela safely out of the
