Magdalene lay beside Mary on her own bed as Magadalene's parents were out shopping in town wonder what Sister Luke'd say if she saw us here like this? Mary said exhaling smoke from the cigarette she held away from her lips,
probably have a fit or wet her bloomers in the middle of Mass Magdalene said before she inhaled smoke from her cigarette and going red in her plump face she'd mouth out half a dozen Hail Marys Magdalene said through a mouthful of smoke,
what'd your Da say if he saw us now? Mary said bet he'd take to your behind with his big hairy hand and mine too she added laughing,
Magdalene hadn't put on the record player so she could hear if the parents returned and they could vacate the bed as quick as they could and dress,
are you still seeing the Brady boy? Magdalene asked as I saw you talking to him the other day and you were making him laugh,
wouldn't give him more than a smile the big loon nor let him near my *** *** nor lick my skin Mary said,
they turned to face each other having stubbed out their cigarettes in the ashtray beside the bed and embraced for the last time before dressing,
they had just dressed when the downstairs door opened and they could hear her father's voice and so left the bedroom and went downstairs acting all innocent and pure as angels and lied about what they had been doing,
the parents greeted Mary in half smiles and lowered voices and were glad when she left and moaned at Magdalene for bringing her home,
just played records and talked Magdalene lied sensing the kisses which had stayed and dried.
Dona nobis pacem, the priest intoned. Harry stood in the third pew from the back with his wife.
A girl two pews ahead, had long brown hair over her shoulders, had a trim figure and a well rounded behind.
They knelt as the priest intoned more Latin.
The girl's head was bowled, hands together in prayer.
I wouldn't say no. If the old ***** in front would move her large carcass to the right, I'd have a better sight. His wife nudged him with her pointed elbow, raised her eyebrows, signalled with a finger for him to close his eyes.
He closed his eyes, allowing thin slits of sight to peruse the girl's head and shoulders, as the old ***** had knelt low into the pew.
The priest lifted up the host and muttered Latin with raised eyes above him. The old ***** removed sight of the girl from view.
He shut his eyes for real, imaging the girl's rounded behind, reaching out with pretend fingers like one blind.