When I was three feet shorter and three times wiser, I always hid under tables at family gatherings, weddings and my parents’ dinner parties. I was a ninja and that’s what ninjas do. It’s also what my old cat did and if it was good enough for Spiral, it was good enough for me.
I remembered sitting in Mr. Foley’s classroom, preparing for our First Communion. He was telling us how making our communion meant accepting Jesus inside ourselves. I put my hand up and asked how do we fit Jesus inside when we’ve already got God (and my grandfather) inside and we’re only small. I asked if we might burst.
We told Stokey about the plan. He didn’t like it. We told him that it wasn’t his place to like it or not and that he had brought this upon himself. He didn’t like that either. He cried and cried and it was hard for some of us to bear it.
St. Finnbarre’s Cathedral
El Bastardo @ The Bróg, October 2009