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Show Anting Alone Page 300 cocksucker got himself assimilated, huh?" he yelled, laughed, and got sober to a certain extent. Then, when people turned to stare at him, he looked down at his hands and wrung them in his lap and poured tears and blood on them. "I killed Elijah with such words," he whispered. Polly continued, with added urgency in her voice now, to make her request before he could leave her again to ride the fiery chariot with his strange, hallucinated, apparently dead Elijah. She could not afford to lose him again at this point. They were almost to the municipal airport. "Dr. Edwine, Father Wagstaff Bopp is giving a lecture at the convent tomorrow on religious and social issues. It will be his special talk, given as an observance of the First Friday, a day of recollection, and of the exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, and the day we pray the Litany of the Sacred Heart. I really wanted to attend, because he's such an exceedingly witty, brilliant lecturer. But, as I said, I'll be in Washington -" "Say hi to Pat and Dick for me, huh?" "- and I won't be able to attend. Could you attend the lecture for me Dr. Edwine? And record it on your Sony? They'll feed you a free lunch, if you require it." She was being deliberately vague about the topic of Bopp's lecture. He never had the discipline to do much more than ramble through a half-dozen topics during these "secular homilies," as he called them. Actually, he just showed up with Liebchen at his random whim and started babbling randomly after lunch on random days, First Friday being the only day of the month one could bank on his showing up. He would force all the busy sisters to stay in the refectory, except for the one whose turn it was at |
