Because it ain’t sex.”
“Huh?”
“Write it down Dott: If it ain’t sex, it ain’t sin. The old man was getting it from a boy’s mouth! Okxxx You’re what—43? Even wrote a thesis that they never did refute. Independent. There was a light knock on the door. Clean as a whistle.”
They walked for several blocks amid storefronts that glistened with newness and people who greeted with smiles while children roamed freely without harm. But Father Fontane, there’s one more thing.”
“And, just what might that be?”
“Your vows.”
“Ah yes! We’re priests. Ain’t my fault they did that.”
“That just sounds like a…a loophole.”
“Call it that if you want but they’re the ones who never updated the pledge to plug the holes poked by time. For now, let’s walk and be glad our eyes ain’t torched by perversions like
