“Leo coming?”
“Someone says he just might.”
From NYC for this? Doubtful. Leo, the television star? How had that happened? Only one memorable school event involved quiet Leo--and Sister Cunegunda:
“Next, catechism—Leo, what did you say?”
“Nothin’.”
“Leo, you cursed.”
“Did not.”
“Apologize right now.”
“No.”
“Admit, confess.”
Leo, eyes closed, head down.
“Class, let’s pray together for wicked Leo’s forgiveness. ‘Our Father. . .’ ”
All prayed aloud for Leo, save one, whose silent prayer sought Leo’s escape. That prayer was answered. If only he had included himself in it.