"God, please, forgive my father for marrying my mother.""Freda!" Clive called. She tottered to her feet. Ran and hugged him. He folded her in his arms. He released her and held her by the shoulders. "What were you saying?" he asked. She sucked her finger. "Why did you say that?""Norma said that my mother was wicked. She lured you out of the priesthood to marry her. You're not supposed to marry. Priests dont marry. Is it true? Are you an ex-priest, dad?" Clive heaved a sigh.