Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

miseria's lips parted slightly but she caught herself. "no, not like like that, i call him father like father bartholomew? he's a priest," she explained blinking towards father again and back to her feet.
it hadn't registered to her that calling bartholomew father was inappropriate, she heard a priest being called that once so she thought it made sense for him too. she took a submissive stance.
"i d-don't," her stutter betrayed her, her throat quivered as her eyes were pricked with hot needles. "m-my dad ... i don't know where h-he is."