North Island Proofreading College.

 "Can you stop that burbling?" asked Peter.

"I'm saying the rosary." Robert replied. "I'll stop when the teacher arrives."

Peter and Robert were sitting in a classroom at North Island Proofreading College.

N.I.P.C.

Mr. Patrick entered the room and moved to the front. Peter could see that he looked quite a lot like his brother Father Patrick.

Mr. Patrick's brother.

Robert whispered to Peter, "Let's give thanks to God and Father Patrick that we have this chance to improve our blogs."

Peter just said a quiet, "Sheesh!" Then Mr. Patrick spoke.

"Hello and welcome to Proofreading 1. I see that there are only two of you, but you are the wise ones because you have faced your shortcoming. God bless you both."

Peter whispered, "Sheesh!"

"We have a saying in proofreading," continued Mr. Patrick, "when you have finished writing, the real work starts, critical reading. Okay, if you have someone else to read your work, you are lucky. Unfortunately, a lot of bloggers don't have that luxury. This means that you must take your creative hat off and put on your critical hat."

Peter fought hard to resist repeating his favourite exclamation for a third time. Robert just smiled with that silly look that Christians sometimes get. Mr. Patrick talked for another five minutes and then he handed his two students a sheet with writing on it.

"Okay, you are looking for fifteen mistakes. Some will be typos and others will be grammar mistakes. You have fifteen minutes."

This was a challenge for the 3P old boy, and he got onto the task quickly. Robert just smiled and seemed to be praying. Then a woman appeared in the room. She sat in a desk behind the two old men. The three men looked at her. She volunteered her name.

"I am Maria Goretti. I am here because I could hear someone praying." 

Robert quickly searched his head for the name Maria Goretti. After a short while the answer popped into his head.

"An Italian virgin martyr of the Catholic Church, and one of the youngest saints to be canonized. She was born to a farming family. Her father died when she was nine, and the family had to share a house with another family, the Serenelli family." 

She was stabbed fourteen times by Alessandro Serenelli because she wouldn't submit to his sexual intentions. She forgave him before she died. Now, here she was answering an elderly man's prayer.

Peter and Robert handed in their papers.

Mr. Patrick marked the two papers. Peter had fixed up some grammar but had missed all of the typos. Robert had a perfect score. 15/15!

"Grazie Santa Maria." said Robert. He must have still been getting help from Maria Goretti because he had not needed Google Translate. 

"Mea culpa." grumbled Peter. He felt he had let down the spirit of 3P today. 

This day belonged to Robert.

Maria Goretti smiled at Robert, acknowledged the other two men and was gone.  

Robert just smiled and said, "I love you Peter."

Mr. Patrick grinned, much like his brother does, and said, "Class dismissed."