Chapter 41

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The dream went as they often did. Father Whalen appeared at his door. He took off his collar, then his shoes, shirt, pants, and underwear. Cillian was already nude and awaiting the inevitable. He knew something else was supposed to happen this time, but he couldn’t remember what it was.

Whalen cocked his head to one side. He said wryly, “Don’t act so happy to see me.”

“Sorry,” Cillian said without meaning to. He waved the man over.

But when he positioned himself to enter him, with minimal lubrication, Cillian noticed a pair of gold scissors on the nightstand that were never there before. He grabbed them, spun around, and plunged them into Father Whalen’s stomach.

At first, it had no effect. Whalen spread Cillian’s legs and rubbed against his inner thigh. But he stopped. Looking down, he seemed perplexed. “Why would you do a thing like that?” he asked.

“Get away from me,” Cillian spat.