‘Let’s get out of here,’ I whispered, almost in tears, as the priest finished his horrible homily.
Standing at the altar in front of a stained-glass window showing Jesus with his arms outstretched, this priest was telling us all off for what had happened in Dublin, three hours’ drive away.
I suppose we expected a bit of a lecture, going by the speeches about Palestine that we had been subjected to in previous weeks.

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