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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 81
Now what? Is he gonna talk to the witnesses first? Why call me? All my
buddies watched as I went around the room. Each face wore the same expression. Sure
glad it‟s your ass, Bill, not mine. Good luck, dude. You‟re gonna need it.
They took me to the office and he sat me on a chair. Evidently they‟d found
someone to watch her classroom. Miss Fowler was there, too. Then they asked me why I
did it.
Did what? I wasn‟t admitting to one damned thing.
They finally had to use that word, penis, and ask why I pulled mine out in her
class. I denied it vehemently. That went on for a while. The most I‟d relent to say was I
didn‟t do it. Yes, I knew damned well who it was, but I wasn‟t going to say a word. Not
one word. Code of silence stuff.
Still not believing me, after an hour or so, they called my folks, who came like
two bats out of hell to find out what was happening. I told them the same thing. No way
was I gonna snitch, but it wasn‟t me. Hours later, they suspended me and sent me home.
I don‟t know if my parents were in cahoots with the school, but I was told I‟d be
grounded until it was settled, one way or another. I guess I‟d‟ve made a good reporter. I
kept quiet and stayed grounded, not even a phone call, for three days.
Then I got a phone call Mom said I could take. It was Brother Bernard.
He didn‟t know what I learned later. A bunch of my friends got together with
Finnerty and whipped his ass. They said if he didn‟t confess, they‟d whip it again
tomorrow, and the next day, so he went to Brother Bernard and owned up to what he‟d
done.
Brother Bernard apologized to me and said he‟d been wrong. He now knew I‟d
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