July 28, 2016 | Fiction
You told Mrs. Miller you had to make up a clarinet lesson so you needed to leave class early and she believed you, the old bat, even<a class="more" href="/web_features/love-letter">... more</a>
start with the word catholic and an image surfaces—what first? Brother Aquinas adorned in black robes, his large gold cross (or was it silver) swinging from hip-to-hip, his cloaked arms holding tight the Bible to his chest, in reach of his heart.
The cousin had called my thesis advisor and said something like, “Hey, film professor cousin, can you do this film for us?” and my thesis advisor was like, “Hey, no. But I know a guy who is still unemployed four months after graduation and is about to get evicted.”