Peter was sitting in the livingroom with his sister, who was reading the paper. Peter had decided to avoid the paper at all costs, at least until tomorrow. He had to sleep tonight if he was going to get anything done tomorrow. He could scan the papers for grisly deaths while he waited for Deirdre to finish her registrationy things. All things considered, he wasn't so thrilled about going back to the University of London.
( Father Peter, You Sly Dog, You! )
( Father Peter, You Sly Dog, You! )