Every time the bus stopped, the priest got off to pee. I didn’t remember Ross’s granddad being that bad. Made me glad I wasn’t old.
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We pulled into Charlotte where we’d have to change buses. I looked at the timetable and saw we’d be here for an hour. I was getting a bit hungry so I told Father Gibson to use the loo, I’d see to our cases and I’d meet him in the café.
Father seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual. I don’t know if it was cause I was tired, it was two A.M. in the morning after all, but something didn’t feel right. So I thought I better go check on him. Good job I did, cause when I got into the lavs, a couple of kids had Father Gibson pressed up against a wall.
One of ‘em had a knife and was waving it in the priest’s face, shouting, “Come on, Preacher, hand ‘em
