Forty-One
APPARENTLY, ROSE IS not amused by my remarks.
She looks at Goon 2 and nods toward me. In one motion, he grabs and slams me against the wall, holding my head so my face is pressed against the mirrored surface. I’m just thankful the glass doesn’t break and cut me.
The wind’s knocked out of me, and I’m quickly reminded this same goon kicked the crap out of me not a week ago. Behind me, I hear Helen’s protest, then her struggle against Goon 1 who was obviously directed to hold her still.
Rose looks at me with contempt. “Oh, Father. Or maybe you prefer to be called Daddy, hmmm? I understand a lot more than you think I do.”
She leans in closer. “I know all about you priests,” she hisses. “I’ve known quite a few in my time, and none of them were interested in my soul. To them, I w
