Umber (21.17 — Leroy’s Story)
May 14, 2012 § Leave a comment
One evening, on the way out of the cafeteria, I noticed Vera’s tiny handbag sitting under the table. She had just gone out the door. I grabbed the bag and ran up the stairs, hoping to take advantage of this chance to talk to her outside of church. It was still light out, and I could see her walking quickly down the sidewalk a block away. I ran after her. When I got close enough, I called out her name, which startled her. She whirled around, saw me with her handbag, and gasped.
“You forgot this,” I panted. She looked dismayed and relieved at the same time. She thanked me and turned to leave. To keep her from going, I blurted out, “What did you think of Father Hoolihan’s description of Purgatory?”