Gleason answered and I spent fifteen minutes listening to her tell me how thrilled she was for both of us. “Well, the first thing you have to do is run up to J.J. This was no slow loving intercourse. Barbara has a badly sprained wrist from when that nun—your ‘good Sister’—twisted it and ripped her engagement ring from her finger and she has at least thirty welts across her back from being whipped. In fact the practice dates back to the first year the school opened.”
Moran was forewarned, but I was forearmed. “Something similar happened to me when I was a kid, except then it was a priest. Before I knew it the day was over and it was time for baseball practice. Barbara once again moved into my arms. At the same time I’ll ask the judge for an order requiring the school district to enroll Barbara.” He took out a small notebook and wrote Barbara’s full name and date of birth, adding my address.
