He knew that some priests were homosexual and he knew about the few priests who had molested young boys. Father John would kill himself before he hurt...anyone but he needed to talk to someone. He was afraid of being labelled a pervert and he was tired of always having an erection. He finally decided there was only one person he could trust in this matter. It was not another priest but Sister Teresa.He had known Sister Teresa for about 7 years. She was in her 40's and had always been most helpful. He loved music. Classical Music. Pop Music, anything except Bagpipes.And Models, he loved models, Trains mainly. He was a boring little tit really. For a mass murderer.He moulded the toys in a Gregson and Forde Invictus Mk 5 injection moulding machine which he bought at auction for ten pounds when Arkwrights in Hannibal street closed down. It was pretty worn out so his first plan to make statues of the Queen for Jubilee day was a non starter.One day he needed some bits for his model railway and. "You didn't have to take us somewhere this fancy."He looked at the menu for a few more seconds and put it down."What do you mean?" You've always helped take care of us. You're the only one who helpssupport us. Not even our parents do. You don't have to waste this kind ofmoney on us though"Brian tried to keep a straight face and take the compliment. The Abby andJeanie personalities had kind of developed their own world outside of hiscontrol. They both thought they had terrible parents who didn't. We talked to Frank, my brother-in-law, and Helen's sister Madeline, and they're sure not happy about this. But, they've agreed to go along with her wishes. And that, young fellow, has me very puzzled. Frank is not a man to give in to something like this, so easily. I can't get him or Madeline to talk about it, either. They can't--or won't--explain what's behind all this, except they've agree to let Marilee say here. They admit that it's probably for the best that she won't go back to Kansas.