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SleepersIf people find out, it's more trouble for her than it is for you.' 'Maybe,' John wailed. 'But we still shouldn't've seen what we saw.' 'Are you kidding me?' Tommy said. 'It don't get better than nun snatch.' 'I only saw skin,' John said. 'I swear it. White clothes and white skin. Nothin' else.' 'She say anything?' Tommy asked. 'Ask her yourself,' Michael said, looking over John's shoulder. 'She's coming this way.' 'My heart just stopped,' John said, his face pale, his voice cracking. 'She's coming for us,' I said, turning my head in Sister Carolyn's direction, watching her walk down the steps of my apartment building, check for traffic and make her way to where we were standing. 'What the fuck's that nun want?' Fat Mancho said, slurping a Yoo-Hoo and scratching at his three-day growth. 'Stay quiet, Fat Man,' Michael said. 'Eat my pole,' Fat Mancho said, walking back behind the bodega counter. 'Hello, boys,' Sister Carolyn said, her manner calm, her voice soft. She was young, her face clear and unlined. She was Boston big-city bred and had spent three years in Latin America working with the poor before a transfer brought her to Sacred Heart ...» |
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