I locked eyes with father James. His were probing, boring into mine, and mine, well, they were staring fixated under his spell.
I nodded slowly. “Yes, I understand . . . perfectly.”
Father James nodded, the strain on the situation showing on his face. He looked tired and wan. I didn’t want to even imagine what I looked like. Like a scared ghost, no doubt.
Ever seen a scared ghost before? Well, I was tending towards that because I knew all the colour had bled from my face.
“Come on, we’ve got to wake him up, but please, do not engage him in any talk.” He warned.
“Easy to say though, he engaged me first. What do I do if he tries it again?” I was beside myself with worry.
“Oh, he will definitely try it again that’s for sure, but you just have to keep quiet. It’s what they do, that’
