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RUINED<br />
our fingers in order to keep going. Sometimes we had to do go<strong>of</strong>y<br />
things like balance a sheet <strong>of</strong> paper on our knuckles to keep us from<br />
peeking at the keys we were pressing. Marty sputtered and steamed<br />
and cursed. I delighted in her invectives, since they were no longer<br />
aimed at me. My dings outpaced hers.<br />
<strong>The</strong> reason I was in the class was because my mother believed a<br />
girl should be able to earn her own living. “<strong>The</strong> world always needs<br />
a good secretary,” she’d say. “What’s good for the gander is good for<br />
the goose.” I repeated my mother’s words to Marty. We laughed at<br />
the funny phrase but analyzed it as our fingers raced beneath the<br />
fluttering edges <strong>of</strong> notebook paper. We agreed that we should be<br />
able to support ourselves. But should women be content to simply<br />
type words that were written by men? We both wanted more.<br />
w<br />
While Marty was gone, I gave up on Psalm 23 and switched to the<br />
Lord’s Prayer, which was easier to keep straight. Our Father which<br />
art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.<br />
I was always dutiful. Diligent. I did what was expected <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
In this situation, facedown on the floor, I knew praying was the<br />
expected thing, so I kept it up. I could do that for Marty. I could<br />
do that for all <strong>of</strong> us.<br />
Before long the leader brought Marty back, then took Teresa.<br />
<strong>The</strong> prayer is working. Just Cheryl now, right? <strong>The</strong>n they’ll have<br />
everyone’s stuff. <strong>The</strong>y’ll leave.<br />
But Teresa didn’t come back as quickly. My prayer loop began to<br />
fray. Still, I kept going. I began to count the repetitions on my fingers.<br />
When I got to ten, I began tracking by tens. I was counting to<br />
stay focused. At least that’s what I thought I was doing. I realize now<br />
that I was doing something more complicated on that dining room<br />
floor. I was acting out a certain theology: God loves good girls, so be<br />
good. Even now. Especially now. Be good, and you will be rewarded.<br />
Eventually the other intruder—the one who had asked me for<br />
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