Maureenâs eyes sought hers.
âDid you do it?â Kathleen whispered.
Maureen nodded. âTwice.â
âIn one night?â
Again her sister nodded.
Kathleen shouldnât be this anxious for details, but she had to know, despite the fact that sheâd never experience physical love herself. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. âTell me what it was like.â
A soft smile lifted the edges of her sisterâs full mouth. âI know why Mom and Dad had eight of us. It feels so good, Kathleen. Itâs likeâ¦oh, I donât know. Itâs like nothing else in the whole world.â
Kathleen leaned against the headboard and bit her lower lip, taking in her sisterâs words. âDid Robbie useâ¦protection?â
Maureen lowered her eyes.
âMaureen!â Sure as anything, her sister was going to end up pregnant before graduation and the whole family would be disgraced.
âHe put it on, but he said it wasnât as good andââ
âYou shouldâve made him do it.â Kathleen covered her mouth with both hands, equally dismayed at her sisterâs foolishness and her own willingness to abandon the Churchâs stand on birth control. âIf you get pregnant, Mom and Dad will kill you.â
Indignant, Maureen leapt off the bed. âRobbie said it was a big mistake to tell you. I shouldâve listened to him. Miss Goody Two-shoes. No wonder entering the convent is all you talk about.â
âThatâs not true,â Kathleen snapped.
âIf you tell Mom or Dad, Iâll never forgive you.â
âIâm not going to tell.â
Maureen hurriedly undressed in the dark. âI could never enter the convent,â she whispered, calmer now.
âBecause youâve lost your virginity?â
âNo,â she returned with a snicker, âbecause I could never live without sex. Youâre better off not knowing, Kathleen. Ifyou did, you wouldnât be so keen to listen to that call from God youâre always saying you hear.â
Thankfully Maureen wasnât pregnant, although once she and Robbie had started having sex they couldnât seem to stop. Three months after graduation, Maureen had an engagement ring, and all thoughts of attending college were discarded like yesterdayâs newspaper.
In the last month of her junior year, Kathleen was elected prefect of the Sodality, the society dedicated to the devotion to Mary, the mother of Christ. She felt elated that her classmates had entrusted her with this honorâuntil her uncle Patrick unexpectedly pulled her aside at the pub one afternoon.
Kathleen was sure he intended to offer her a weekend job as a waitress. She was a good worker and the extra money would mean she could afford a few extras without having to ask her mother.
âSit down, Kathleen,â her uncle said, showing her to a table at the back of the pub. She wondered why heâd chosen to sit in the shadows.
He pulled out a chair for her, and as she sat, she glanced down at the floor; even in this dark corner it shone. She took whatever task she was given seriously. There wasnât a spot or a speck of dust on the polished oak floor.
âIâve never hidden the fact that youâre my favorite niece,â her uncle said, folding his arms across his big chest.
He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, and Kathleen wondered if he was already into the beer. Her uncle had a weakness for his own product.
âSince you are my favorite, it pains me to tell you this. Damn, it doesnât seem right, but your mother and father saidâ¦â He let his words fade, then took a deep breath. âIâm afraid Iâm going to have to let you go.â
Kathleen thought she must have heard wrong. Let her go? It sounded as though her own uncle was firing her. Shecouldnât imagine what sheâd done to deserve this. Furthermore, without the job, she