“It’s another word for a…you know, for a thing.” “A thing? What do you mean, a thing? What class of a thing?” “A thing, Father,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I leaned in and whispered through the grille. “A penis, Father.” “Holy God,” he repeated. “Did I hear you right?” “If you thought I said a penis, then, yes, you did, Father.”
