Chapter Eight
Priest’s Son, Summer Fasting And The Brothers Of Humanity
Priest’s son
That morning, in mid-July, my mother and grandma went to Susanj on the seaside, leaving me with two hundred and fifty euros and an empty apartment for seven days. For nearly two weeks, my mother tried to convince me to take grandma’s place and go with her.
“Come on, son, we will have a great time,” she said. “I have a feeling that it will be an awesome holiday if you go with me.”
I’m sure it’s obvious that my mother and I have completely different views of awesomeness.
“And you’ll meet a beautiful girl, hook up, and it will be great. Come on. Anything can happen! You never know what the future holds for you!” she continued.
“I can’t, mum. You go with granny and have a good time,” I replied every tim
