“You won’t know anybody there, our Graham. It’s a long way, and they won’t let you come home early if you’re homesick.”
Okay, she babied me a bit, but, well, she’s my mum, and… I missed her. What was I doing not getting on my plane and getting on a bus instead to go tell my boyfriend I loved him. f**k, s**t, damn! I couldn’t help it, I started crying. Hell, I never cried. But then I’d never been in the middle of a foreign country on my own at night, and…
“Young man? Are you all right?”
I looked up to see a thin, bent old priest leaning on a walking stick. “I, uh. I’m sorry.” I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
Lowering himself slowly onto the bench next to me, he looked at me. He seemed kind. His thin, really lined face looked kind, anyway. But he was a priest, and I could hardly tell him wh
