He knows he was meant to be a priest because once he had a girlfriend who wore an intoxicating perfume and then one day his mother bought it and started spritzing herself with it too. That is a sign if anything is. If my dad, at some point during the nineties, had come home on a skateboard, smoothing his butt cut and adjusting his wallet chain, I would have gone straight into the nunnery without a moment’s hesitation. Such things belong to the realm of destiny.
