I turned to Matty. Matty turned to me. We all turned to the priest. “Um,” we pretty much all said in unison. “Is it?” I added. “Are you sure, father?” He was undressed pretty quickly. He had on a bathing suit. “Oh, uh huh, looks like you’re sure.”
He was in good shape for an old man, but in any sort of shape, it was no less confusing why we were suddenly in a strange backyard with said man in a bathing suit. “You did understand our predicament, right, Father?” asked Zayn.
Father Dennis nodded his head and grinned, again with his index finger pressed to his lips. “A friend of mine’s pool,” he said. “He lets me use it when the weather gets hot.” His grin rose. “Which is more often than not.” He pointed at us. “Come on then. The water is nice and cool.” He pointed to the olive tree above ou
