Michael Malone - Weebly

celestially scrubbed and robed, sang "Gloria" as well as
they could.
And Mass was said. And Communion offered. For
some odd reason, Prudence Lattice was having
difficulty straightening up. Alone in the pew in front of
her she noticed the attractive young man, the academy
headmaster, to whom she'd given her handkerchief on
Saturday. She tapped his shoulder, and when he jerked
around, she whispered, "Excuse me. Will you be taking
Communion?"
"No, ah, no, not at all. Came to hear the choir. My
boys. Not a member."
She tapped his shoulder again and whispered,
"Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have this
funny stitch in my side for some reason and can't seem
to get going by myself. Could I ask for your arm so I
could take Communion? Would you mind?"
What could he do? Refuse her? Walter Saar slid
out of the pew and helped the tiny elderly woman out of
hers. Together they started down the aisle, then stood
at the back of the line of communicants who were
waiting, Saar was thinking crimson-faced, to gobble