Basilio is furious that Nuala still hasn’t mentioned her visit to the church a few days ago. He thought about visiting Father Morris and asked him. He pours a glass of whiskey. “Maybe I should kill the bastard.”
Monti looks at his watch. “It’s too early for alcohol. Has your young fiancée changed her mind about marrying you and flown the coop?”
“No, she wouldn't leave me, but her ass lied to me.” Basilio slammed the glass on the table. "Nuala went to the church and lied when I asked her where she was.”
“Calm down, she might have gone there for confession. Just because you don't, it doesn't mean she doesn't.” Monti chuckles, "Damn, your ass is jealous of a priest. An old ass priest at that. Remember what I’ve always told you? That is never to overthink any damn thing."
Basilio nods,
