“What is it you said you do?” Nathalie asked.
“I’m in marketing,” she replied, “I’ve been running my own company for almost ten years now. Another ten years at it and I can probably retire, maybe even before I hit fifty.”
As the two of them walked into the house, Angela stopped to pull a newspaper from her mailbox. She glanced at it and continued to read it as she entered her house. Nathalie, following behind her, heard Angela emit what she assumed were some German profanities as she read the newspaper.
“Something wrong?” asked Nathalie.
“The bastard’s killed himself, he’s got away with it.” was the venomous reply.
“This priest,” she replied, pointing at the photo underneath a headline, “he’s thought to be the most prolific child abuser in German history. Looks like he had thousands of victims, and at least a couple of dozen of them killed themselves. He was finally jailed a few months ago, but now he’s dead. And you know what that means don’t you?” Nathalie looked at her with a puzzled expression and shook her head. “He was a priest,” continued Angela, “he’ll get to Heaven. Can we be so sure those kids did?”