"I haven't seen the rock Rome was built on so far," Patrick said with a laugh. He hadn't seen Saint Peter in so long sometimes he forgot Peter was around somewhere.
"My life is-" Complicated? Confusing? Filled with booze and headaches and trying to make amends without understanding why he sinned so much in the first place? "-complicated by the worship I receive," he said in a cagey way. And it was more than he had admitted to George. While he loved all three of his brothers deeply, there were things he would admit to some that he wouldn't admit to others. David had always been a deeply caring man and he wasn't so judgemental. Patrick liked that. "But I smile more now that I did back then. I can't complain about that."