I know my sister was also raped by Father Horne when we were children, because in 1994, when I first remembered being alone with him in his bedroom, him lying on his mat, I called Trish on the phone. I said, “Do you ever think about when we were kids and Father Horne?”
She was concerned, "Oh no, he got to you too?” Then before I could answer, her voice deepened, got breathy, a tone that penetrated deep past the ear. “No wonder I’ve been so mean to you all your life. You took away my first lover.”
I was already reeling when I called her, so when she said that I hit the floor and the phone flew out of my hand, but the curled cord snapped it back and I said. "Don't say that! Patricia Stop!" But she said it again, "You took away my first lover."
Patricia is six years older than me, so when she got too old for a pedophile's taste, Father Horne dropped her and started in on me, creating a warped sibling dynamic that has lasted decades.