I wake early, the girls still dead to the world. Sunday. Church day. Fuck...
A night of having my balls drained makes a man forgetful — I'd thought of preparing a surprise for Katie, bringing her along to see the convent this morning, without once checking what day it was. In a town like this, everyone goes to mass — and I'm Katie's husband, so I go too. So do the girls. It's the price of looking respectable, and the neighbors count. And the shop I wanted to visit to prepare a surprise for Katie? Shut on Sunday, like everything else.
So the plan changes while the coffee drips. Today: the convent, alone, with Paul. The surprise I'm preparing for Katie keeps until tomorrow afternoon.
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