BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 78
That pissed him off more than anything! He mouthed, “I‟ll get you, Cady!”,
perhaps thinking I‟d quake in my boots in fear, then apologize.
Dream on, asshole. Dream on.
Because of his threat, I wasn‟t done with the silly bastard. Not yet. I made an
even bigger spitball. Sopping wet to the point it barely hung in one piece. A real juicy
one. When Sister turned around again to face the board, I snuck over to stand in a line
behind Finnerty and threw my spitball.
I didn‟t throw it at him.
Nope, I nailed the nun. Then I skedaddled back to where I‟d been sitting.
Sister wasn‟t screwing around this time. She was madder than any wet hen you‟ll
ever come across. Of course, Finnerty accused me, but I pointed out the direction the
spitball came from. Common sense said it couldn‟t be me, meaning it either had to be
Finnerty, or one of the girls or the sissies sitting around him.
Again, I had witnesses. Finnerty didn‟t.
I forget what he was given as a punishment, but I came up to him after school and
asked, with a bunch of guys standing around, if he was ready to kick my ass yet. So, he
started out with some bad mouthing. When I told him I‟d kick his ass just for being ugly,
he shut up and went away.
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The last event worth mentioning while I was still at O‟Rafferty also involved
Finnerty. Maybe this is also payback for Miss Fowler, my algebra teacher. Telling her
story out loud like this. She never helped me learn what I needed to know about algebra,
and it caused me a lot of trouble afterward. Not in business, since I‟ve never had any
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