“He kills people. I read Latin. The little girl asks questions. And also reads Latin.” “All right. The big one helps build the fence. You, too. And the girl mends nets. You give us a half day of work and we’ll feed you tonight. But then you’re on your way tomorrow. We don’t want to start liking you and have you up and die on us.” “You’ve got a deal. Would you like me to say a Mass for you in the morning?” “What, God-in-Heaven? The only thing I say to God is my daughters’ names. And it’s not a prayer. It’s a rebuke. We’ll thank you not to say any blessings at dinner.”
