‘Thanks,’ Gretchen said, sensing the man’s sincerity. ‘So, um, if you a brother, that makes you kind of like a father, right?’ ‘Brothers o... monks are a separate order from priests,’ Brother Dominick smiled at Alicia’s obvious embarrassment. ‘I think I’ll like it here,’ Gretchen said to Alicia, a rare moment of agreement passing between the two. ‘Good, good,’ Alicia said, happy. ‘I loved it here when I went here and Brother Dominick’s a whole lot nicer than Brother Francis ever was.’ The good. " Eighteen?"Francesca nods. She might be eighteen. She might not be. She definitely looks young. Too young. She should at home with her family in her village in Romania. This is no place for a girl her age."She's not a virgin is she?" Can't afford a virgin.Stenson shakes his head. He knows she's not a virgin. He knows that because he raped her twice on the way here. And Gatsby had a go too. Definitely not a virgin."Bend over, girl."Can't see Francesca's face, but she can't be enjoying this.. ’ This was the first time I heard the little girl voice, nothing like her quiet but firm, self-assured tone that I found sexy. I refused to read the letter, making her wait until we met the next day. The Monday evening phone calls became a ritual, always coming a few minutes past nine. We talked about things we had heard from home or something about our classes, never anything more serious. I loved to hear her laugh at my jokes. We would arrange to meet the following day for me to deliver her. She rose from the chair and followed him inside, looking quickly around the room.The priest's small, crowded office did triple-duty. There was a desk where he did the boring administrative work that came with his position. There was a low prayer bench where supplicant's for absolution knelt when they confessed to their transgressions with a facing chair where the priest sat during that time. And, right beside the prayer bench there was a bed since, along with being an office and a confessional,.