Breakfast on Pluto Page #2
But I could be wrong there, couldn't I?
I mean, I could be wrong. After all, I....
All I wanted was her address.
There between the Po
and the Apennines, boys...
the climate is always the same.
The landscape never changes...
and in country like this
you can stop along any road for a moment...
and look at a farmhouse
sitting in the middle of maize and hemp...
and immediately a story is born.
Now, when you're writing your essay for me
this morning...
whatever form it takes is up to you.
It can be called
"I Fought in the Easter Rising"...
"I Was Dracula's Girlfriend"...
or even "A Day in the Life of an Old Boot".
You've got one hour, so learn to write.
"God bless us.
"It's yourself"...
-God bless us. It's yourself, ma'am.
-It is indeed, Father.
...remarked...
randy Father Liam...
as he opened the door...
to a young woman...
who bore a startling resemblance...
to Mitzi Gaynor.
So you are the replacement
for Mrs. McGlynn?
I am indeed, Father.
Destroyed with the lumbago, she is.
Destroyed, and that's a fact.
But sure she'll be back on her feet soon,
please God.
Please God she will, now.
But tell me this...
have I begun to dote...
or do you remind me of someone special?
When she sensed a movement...
underneath his black serge trousers.
Oh, Father, please, how could I?
When I've gone out of my way...
knowing that your dicky doodle,
naughty poopster that he is...
given the slightest encouragement...
would be only too eager
to get up to mischief...
Down, boy! Naughty dicky...
to camouflage myself and look like
any ordinary old curate's drudge.
"And most definitely not...
"a perfume-sprayed vision...
"named Mitzi Gaynor...
"with a head of bubble-cut curls...
"that would make any man's privates
go sprong. "
I've got the standard uniform, Father.
The blue housecoat
with the bow at the back...
the tan stockings, color of stale tea...
the old hairnet,
which says to all them Mickies...
whose duty it is to stay inside
and wear black serge...
"No Mickies today.
"Down, boys. That's it, my sweets,
off with you and say your prayers."
Breakfast, Father?
By God, and now you're talking.
Mickey is devious...
and no matter how much you tell him...
he simply won't stay down.
But drab old housecoats...
and tea-colored stockings
might well have kept him down...
if it wasn't for that pesky spot of grease.
Oh, this is powerful altogether.
I would do jail for another rasher.
Do you know that, Eily?
I'll fry you some more
this minute, then, Father.
Come here till I tell you. Did you hear
the one about peanuts at confession?
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