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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 60
by far. I couldn‟t stop the fist that crashed directly into the middle of Sister Mary
Theonilla‟s face. Her eyes went blank. She stood straight up for a moment before
continuing her backward fall. No referee needed here. She was out for the count of a
thousand, maybe more. I clocked her completely.
After conferences with everyone in that damned school, a lot of witnesses who
said I never started it, and a host of apologies, John and I were suspended for three days.
That was the end of it. After all, it was near the end of the year. No one wanted any
undo fuss, and Sister Mary Theonilla swore it wasn‟t my fault.
The only other incident significant enough to share, at least while I was at Holy
Cross, involved Mrs. Lott. She was my seventh grade teacher for homeroom and a
couple other classes. Seventh graders and above got to change classrooms a few times
per day. We loved that part.
Mrs. Lott had seven children. This woman was a good Catholic. Damned good.
She was also my first “teacher crush”. Almost inevitable for a boy when those old
hormones start to kick in, it‟s much more difficult when most teachers are nuns.
It‟s a mortal sin for a boy to even think about doing that to a nun, we were told,
because every nun is God‟s wife. Well, I‟ll tell you this much. If that‟s true, God had
damned well better never stop for an extra beer when He‟s done bowling! It‟d be His
ass!
Mrs. Lott could have nursed all seven of her kids at one time, since she had a
monstrous pair of jalobies! Huge! I was in love! Okay, lust. Big deal. At that age, we
think it‟s the same thing we think when we‟re older, but there‟s never an attorney
involved, and no one gets divorced. It‟s all the same thing, in the end.
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