EXCOLO

Jes' like I thought, 'e getsit. "Bit like that at the abbey. About fifty of us there, and we all work together, day after day, and the place don't work if each bloke or bird don't pull their weight. Creates something like a family, that, the sweat of our brow and the breaking of bread. But there's a few people I'm closer to, even so. Good friends, good family to have. Sometimes feel a bit guilty, though, that I don't see my parents and my sis that much." Still smilin', though. "So you're not shacked up then with some guy or girl, looking after a bunch of kids, then?"

....oh, well somebody's bloody perceptive. Known some priests had th'empathy of a fuckin' stump, buttis one's got me t'rights already. "Na, no fella." 'less y'count th'one I let fuck me ev'ry once inna while even though'e's act'ally datin' a psycho monster...'r th'fella't says'e's' int'rested but won't make a fuckin' move. 'r Verdi, but really, 'at's jes' friendly. "I got kids t'look after, but ain't none ovvem mine. Jes' kinda look after somma th'girls on th'Lot, 'spec'ally those't ain't got no fam'ly'a their own. C'n be tough ferra young chick on'er own 'round'ere." Shit, why'm I tellin'im 'bout'is shit? Don't us'ally talk like'is t'folks I met five fuckin' minutes ago.

"You must be hell in th'confess'onal, preacher," I says, stubbin' out m'cig.