It’s happy hour and the TV’s yakking about separating church and state.
“It’s a con,” Eamon says. “They’re both screwing us.”
“You think it’s that bad?” I say.
“Good cop, bad cop. We might as well be between the devil and the deep blue sea.”
“You mean that?”
“Open your eyes,” Eamon says and hoists his shot of whiskey. “The government makes the money, which says ‘In God We Trust.’ The Church doesn’t pay taxes—but we do.”
Eamon tosses back the shot, then slams his glass onto the bar. “And you can’t trust a priest alone with your kids.”
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