We always go to Midnight Mass. This
year it finished at two in the morning. The Bishop gave a long sermon
on concupiscence, lechery and greed. The streets are so dark, Aunt J
walked straight into a wall and fainted. We carry her light body to
the house. Mother brings her a glass of brandy which will never again
leave Aunt's hands.
The Bishop likes to surround himself
with spinsters adorned with nubile nieces. He defends the poor and
sows his oats amongst his flock
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