Bernadette lit the nearest candle.
Sally had no idea where to begin. âI . . . I . . . this is going to sound nuts, but do you believe in
demons
?â
Sally whispered the final word, but the question didnât throw the nun in the slightest. âWith all my heart.â Sister Bernadette looked her dead in the eye.
âReally?â
âOf course. They come in all different shapes and sizes and we all have them. Once they take hold, they sink their claws in ever so deep. Like wee limpets, they are. Jealousy, anger, hate, fear, lust . . . and they make us do such shameful things.â Sally looked into the pools of her eyes and saw that the sister, perhaps surprisingly, was no stranger to these demons, but they werenât what Sally was talking about.
âNo. I mean
real
demons . . . like Satan.â
âSo do I, child. He lives in the hearts of men.â A brief smile. âAnd women. Thereâs darkness in all of us, Sally. Just some people give it a name.â
Yet Sally couldnât bring herself to pull up her T-shirt and scream, â
I have a tattoo demon on my back!â
Sister Bernadette continued. âNow donât go around telling people I told you this, but there are no black and whites in this life, Sally. Only greys. Of course there are those who do harm â to themselves, which is sad, and to others, which is wickedness â but I donât think there are fundamentally good and bad people. Just people, tussling with their demons â some succeeding more than others. The ones you really want to watch out for,â she said with foreboding, âare the ones who claim to be perfect.â
Sally didnât need a sermon. âBut how do you get rid of them? The demons?â
Sister Bernadette said nothing for a moment, her hand hopping from candle to candle the way a bee travels between flowers. âI donât rightly think you ever lose them, you just learn to keep them somewhere where they canât cause harm. We build cages inside,â Bernadette said wearily. Sally wondered what her demons looked like and how long sheâd been holding them at bay.
âHow do you do that?â
âYou pray for strength, child. You pray for the strength every day.â Her pale hand trembled over the candles. She closed her eyes and exhaled. âI was so lost once upon a time, Sally. I hurt people, people dear to me, so now I help others, I do what little I can. I found solace in our saviour, but everyone has their own path to find.â
Sally feared she could pray all she wanted but it wasnât going to remove the tattoo from her back. âBut what if that isnât enough? Donât you do, like . . . exorcisms?â
Sister Bernadette smiled to herself and blew out her match. âYouâve been watching too much television.â Sally couldnât argue with that. âThere are rare cases where a priest might carry out an exorcism, but the priests have to be specially trained and then act only in exceptional circumstances. Myself, Iâm not so convinced.â
âYou donât think people get possessed or you donât think exorcisms work?â
âI donât think the devil makes it so easy. If only it were so simple that a priest might say the right words and all the evil in the world would go away.â Bernadetteâs smile fell. âSally, you donât think you might have a
friend
in need of an exorcism, do you?â
She so wanted to say yes, but her mouth wouldnât form the word. She shook her head. âI should go. Iâm sorry I wasted your time.â
Although the nun looked disappointed, her face remained so kind. âNot at all. Iâm always here, Sally.â
More tears pushed behind her nose. âThank you.â Sally bowed her head and hurried out of the church. The sunshine was a hundred times brighter than she was expecting and she put up a hand to shield her
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