Michael Malone - Weebly

night's unfamiliar pizza. Fiddling with her will and with
theology.
Miss Dingley was furious with the Deity this
morning. Like a thief last night He had left her future
behind to snatch up instead the handsomer booty of a
youngster's. If we had to go out at all, we should at
least, she grumbled, leave in the order in which we
came. But now even children were being pushed ahead
of her. God was behaving like the body porter in a
Japanese subway she had seen on television. He didn't
seem to care whom He shoved through the snapping
doors.
Sammy's news about the girl's drowning had upset
her more than she would have expected. What if it had
been Polly Hedgerow? What if Luke had returned in
the dark to tell her that Polly lay drowned in Bredforet
Pond because of an old woman's folly? No sense to say
it couldn't happen, no doubt the Strummer girl's parents
had thought the same. Hard to believe in something
absurd as death happening to your own. But it
happened all the time. Roof collapses on a schoolhouse.
Camp bus plunges into a ravine. Sudden fevers.