“I’ll bet you money,” he says, “Mary Pat Fennessy was never held like that in her life.” “I suspect you’re a good father,” she says. “Call no man a good father until after he is dead.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s not the quote.” He smiles at her. “You know ancient Greek?” “I know my classics,” she says. “The nuns made sure of it.” “I don’t like nuns,” he blurts out. “I don’t like ’em either,” she says. “Though they’ve got a raw gig. The priests get all the booze and all the credit, the nuns get, what? A convent?”
