As We Forgive Those, by coricomile

They’d done the Rosary before bed since they could memorize the prayers, shoulders and hips pressed together as they kneeled. It was solid. Grounding. Theirs.

Adult, incest, religion. This is how I like my MacManus twins – so tangled up in each other, in their holy quest, that it’s impossible to separate one from the other. Perfect!

As We Forgive Those, by coricomile

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