"Found over th'years't chicks like me ain't 'zactly welcome at churches," says Syl, getting a stiff look about her. Wonder what she means - that she's a carnie? Or that she's a witch? Maybe that she's queer - has a vibe that she could be.

"We're quite laid back, as churches go," I say with a bit of a shrug.

"Guess'ey must be happy, havin' a priest in th'fam'ly. Seems like a respect'ble sorta trade...though th'Church don't see so influential innis town way't izzin somma th'other places've seen."

I smile a bit ruefully.

"Would've preferred me to get married, have a few kids, take over the farm, I reckon. But they're used to it now, and I see them when I can. You got any family?"