"Tis Irish," she said, "It means 'radiant.'" She wouldn't say that it was a pagan name, she thought she had traumatized the priest quite enough. In fact, she was a bit disturbed that he'd seen a part of her she hoped he forgot about soon enough. How did one confess to a priest who had seen their vagina inadvertantly? What must the poor man be thinking now? She was glad for the layers of cover now in the form of a nightgown and a blanket. Oh, and what would her poor brother think when he came home to seeing the house overturned and two extra people that hadn't been there that morning? Actually, now that she thought of it... with as quick as that delivery was, she was glad he wasn't there to get an eyeful of quim whiskers by accident too. The horror.