December Boys Page #4

You gave up.

For chrissake, Tess.

Listen to me.

All right? I'm not saying

that we won't have a baby.

All I'm saying

is we should talk about...

...adopting one of those kids

that needs a home.

I talked to someone

at the archdiocese.

It's possible.

That's all I'm saying.

So you've decided.

No.

Tess... No...

Tess, you're not listening to me.

No. It's your fault

I can't have babies.

Whoa, look at that.

- Come on, put some more on.

- You don't need any more.

She's getting naked.

No. Guys, wait.

Wait. Go slow.

Quick, run.

I'll yell.

Misty, I know there's gotta be

a very good explanation for that...

...so why don't you come out

and tell us what it is?

I promise nothing

will happen to you.

No.

Just remember,

I keep you from getting killed...

...and soon we'll all be back

at St. Greg's.

That's what you think.

Boys...

...I have great news.

Father Scully

is taking confession today.

Clean slate.

Just in time for Christmas, eh?

- Great.

- Beauty.

- Ripper.

- Yeah, great.

Next.

Vernon.

What's troubling you, son?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

How long is it

since your last confession?

About three weeks.

I've had some unclean thoughts.

And I pulled a face

at one of the sisters.

Is that all?

Not exactly.

Oh, come on, lad.

I'm gonna need basting in a minute.

Let's say there was something

you wanted.

You know, something you wanted

more than anything.

And you had an advantage...

...because the others don't know.

What is the point in giving it up?

I mean...

Look, I can't guess, son.

You're gonna have to tell me.

It'll ease your mind

if you unburden yourself.

I heard something.

Can you tell what he's saying?

Something about...

...big breasts.

What?

If you keep this knowledge to yourself,

are you being fair with the other boys?

I think you should tell them.

The burdens and the joys of this world

are always better shared.

Do you understand me?

I've got to share.

That's right.

Now, for your penance,

you say five Hail Marys...

Something else happened last night.

Save it till next time. I'm cooked.

Oh, Hail Mary.

Oh, Hail Mary.

It's time to come clean.

Get off me.

My arm can't breathe.

Tell us or we'll slag you.

Now then,

I wouldn't want anything...

...coming out of Spit's mouth

landing on my face.

I'll tell you.

Fearless and Teresa

are gonna adopt one of us.

I swear.

Let him up.

- I swear.

- When?

I don't know.

Before we leave. They're gonna choose

which one of us they like best.

Why would they want us?

We're too old.

Speak for yourself.

We're not as old as you are.

Did they say who they want?

You don't know which it is.

- Where are the others?

- I'm not sure.

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