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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 55
sacristy and stole the wine they use at Mass for communion. Took it out under a big
yellow school bus and got shitfaced. I don‟t remember everything when the nuns pulled
us out from under it, beyond swearing and insisting I wasn‟t fuckin‟ drunk, in those
words. That didn‟t go over well. Terry and I erased a lot of blackboards after school for
a long time after that day.
I later learned Terry lived across the street, two doors down, from Grandma. I
liked it because Terry had another nice thing about him. Something I really liked. His
sister, Sheila. She had a medical condition known as “one helluva nice rack”. It caused
me a related, reactive medical condition called a “major boner”. She was also pretty
damned good lookin‟. “Fine”, we called it then.
Unfortunately, she was two or three years older. That age difference may be
acceptable up to age nine or ten, but it‟s unheard of again until your thirties.
Sheila, wherever you are, sweetheart, you‟ll never know what you missed.
There was a long string of thefts in our school. Over two full years. Some no-
good, lowdown skunk(s) snuck into classrooms during recess and lunch hours. Once
inside, the bastard(s) would steal the money from the girls‟ purses. Finally, with
everyone totally clueless, no way they‟d catch these sporadic marauders, two kids
managed to learn the names of the guys doing it. Denny Costello and Bill Cady
discovered these guys, but never turned them in.
Actually, near the end of the second year, we nearly got caught. After that, we
decided to make an honest living and mow lawns instead of mugging purses.
We used to crawl into the huge closet that took up most of the wall and hide until
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