His hand moved tentatively then stopped, as he decided not to offer it. A wise decision. Instead, keeping his eyes on the court rather than meeting mine, he spoke a single sentence out of the corner of his mouth like a gangster in a bad movie. Father Jack wants to see you. I recalled the story which had been splashed all over the front pages that morning.
Nobody drives on campus without a permit.
There was no way the guard at the gate wanted to let me onto the campus. Chances are he'd give me a hard time again when I got to him on foot. It was like I'd never been away. Twenty years, and still the same old bull. I have an appointment with Father Hanlon.