“Do you want to go play with grand-maman and me?”
“No. I go church.”
“Let’s go to the park!”
“I GO CHURCH! People sing in church. Music. Ding dong, ding, dong…”
Oh, for fuck’s sake… I mean, for Christ’s sake. I swear I sinned, Mark isn’t born of immaculate conception. Seriously. So why is he so into churches? We aren’t even catholic!
Like last year, Mark wants to visit every single church we pass. And there are at least six or seven churches within walking distance of my parents’ place, in the city centre. Most churches are dark, small, damp and empty. But then, there is the huge Cathédrale Saint-Pierre-et-Saint-Paul, and that one is majestic enough that even I don’t mind going inside.
Just not twice a day, alright, Mark?