PINTA PARADE

An hour later lights are flecked on. Dad already has the Sunday papers counted on the table on our front porch.

While I am waking up Dad was usually page through the first two sections.

There still is no announcement for the Young Columbus contest this year.

I place the papers in my Journal Star bag.  I am walking down the opposite side of the street.  I am trying not to reflect on everything I witnessed last night. I am trying to wonder why the creature next door was communicating with her body via the tips of her fingers.

I wonder if Dawn really wanted to see me again or if she just needed someone to speak with.

Two hours later I am in church. I am carrying the Cross, holding it in front of the congregation as the choir marches in. I am seated in the front of the church with the pastors. Every time I look out in the pews I see naked flesh of the college girls next door. Every time I open the bible the white pages look just like the unclothed legs of the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off of, spying at her through the advent calendar square of my bedroom window last night.

I need to speak with Renae.

                                  

After the service I get a cup of cheap Sunday School coffee in the ginat Sunday School urn at the back of the Sunday School kitchen. I Walk into the Listerine colored bathroom. Including the instant coffee I made for myself this morning before I left for church this is my sixth cup in the last two hours.

While I am urinating Egg Plant Elmore comes behind me.

I have no clue why the only time Eggplant Elmore feels c compelled to speak with me is when I am splayed legged over the porcelain urinal.

“I heard you went out with reane Friday night.”

“What I say?”

“I heard you guys went out and saw Sister Act,. I heard all you guys did was just make out and French kiss the entire time.”

“Elmore I can’t pee when you are directly behind me. You know that.”

Eggplant Elmore steps back like he is doo-see-doing in square dance.

I give me unit a shake.

“How did you hear that?”

Egpplant Elmore starts to talk about genealogy.

“Apparently Laura called Sarah Huff who called Lonnie who spoke with David yesterday at Brass during Madrigal p[practice and I overheard.”

I smile. I can’t help but think that I am  some sort of celebrity at the school I year to attend.

Dude, She’s my girlfriend. I’m like madly in love with her

Elmore has his legs pressed together. He looks like a little girl who needs to potty.

“Did you?”

”What?” I say, the sound of my zipper being pulled towards my navel sounds like an elongated fart.

“I mean, did you?”

I am washing my hands. The sound is in a plastic tube that looks like the translucent countenance of an alien.

I wonder how many of my friends have seen a girl naked. I wonder how many of my friends have seen a girl lick the interior of her fingers and then touch the center of her body while closing her eye, mumbling mantras with her lips that sounds like she is praying.

“I mean, how far did you go?”

Elmore she’s my girlfriend.

“ I mean did you?.”

Elmore is making sounds with his lips. He is nodding his head up and down. I reach for the paper tongue of the towel dispenser just as an usher walks through the door. I grab my Styrofoam cup of coffee and head out doors.

“Come on, lets go to Sunday school. Sunday School is ready to begin.”