Something along those lines came out when a parochial school buddy and I got together some years back. Eventually we turned to the subject of what-ever-happened-to and – specifically – one particular girl, a classmate, who lived across the street from me. Starting in the 5th grade, and all the way through the 8th grade, she was aloof. Even snobby; that was the consensus. My school buddy never left the neighborhood, and seemed to be plugged into the goings on. That’s when I learned that the girl was being sexually molested by her father during her time in parochial school. My mother knew her family back then. When I told her the story, she said she had always thought that there was something odd about the father.
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