for another forty years,” said Jody.
He came one night. It was snowing. “put in for sick call tomorrow,” Jody said. “Monday. There’ll be a crowd. I’ll wait for you outside the infirmary.” He was gone. “Don’t he love you no more?” asked Tiny. “Well, if he don’t love you no more it’s a weight off my shoulders. You’re really a nice guy, Farragut. I like you, but I got no use for him. He’s blown half the population and he’s hardly begun. Last week, the week before last—I can’t remember—he did this fan dance on the third tier. Toledo told me about it. He had this piece of newspaper pleated, you know, like a fan and he kept switching it from his cock to his asshole and doing this dance. Toledo said it was very disgusting. Very disgusting.” Farragut tried to imagine this and couldn’t. What he felt was that Tiny was jealous. Tiny had never experienced the love of a man. Tiny was insecure. He made out his sick-call slip, put it between the bars and went to bed.
The waiting room at the infirmary was full and he and Jody stood outside where no one could hear them. “Now, listen,” Jody said. “Now, before you get upset listen to me. Don’t say nothing until I stop talking. I quit the university yesterday. Now, don’t say nothing. I know you’re not going to like it because you got this father image thing about me being a big success in theworld, but wait until I tell you my plan. Don’t say anything. I said don’t say anything. Graduation is planned. Nobody but us in the school knows what’s going to happen, but you will in a few days. Listen to this. The cardinal, the cardinal of the diocese, is going to come here in a helicopter and present the diplomas to the graduating class. I’m not shitting you and don’t ask me why. I guess the cardinal’s some kind of a relation to somebody in the university, but it’ll be great publicity and that’s what’s going to happen. Now, one of the dudes in the class is the chaplain’s assistant. His name is DiMatteo. He’s a very close friend to me. So he’s in charge of all those dresses they wear on the altar, you know. So what he’s got is a red one, in my size, a perfect fit. He’s going to give it to me. So when the cardinal comes there’ll be a lot of confusion. So I’ll hang back, hide in the boiler room, get into my red dress, and when the cardinal celebrates mass I’ll get my ass on the altar. Listen. I know what I’m doing. I know. I served on the altar beginning when I was eleven. That was when I was confirmed. I know you think they’ll catch me, but they won’t. At mass you don’t look at the other acolytes. That’s the thing about prayer. You don’t look. When you see a stranger on the altar you don’t go around asking who’s the stranger on the altar. This is holy business and when you’re doing holy business you don’t see nothing. When you drink the blood of Our Savior you don’t look to see if the chalice is tarnished or if there’s bugs in the wine. You get to be transfixed, you’re like transfixed. Prayer. That’s why it is. Prayer is what’s going to get me out of this place. The power of prayer. So when the mass isover I’ll get in the helicopter in my red dress and if they ask me where I’m from I’ll say I’m from Saint Anselm’s, Saint Augustine’s, Saint Michael’s, Saint Anywheres. When we land I’ll get out of my robes in the vestry and walk out on the street. What a miracle! I’ll panhandle subway fare up to 174th Street, where I got friends. I’m telling you this, Chicken, because I love and trust you. I’m putting my life in your hands. Greater love hath no man. But don’t expect to see very much of me from now on. This dude with the red dress likes me. The chaplain brings him in food from the outside and so I’m taking the electric plate. I may never see you again, Chicken, but if I can I’ll come back and say goodbye.” Jody then put his hands on his stomach, stooped and,
He came one night. It was snowing. “put in for sick call tomorrow,” Jody said. “Monday. There’ll be a crowd. I’ll wait for you outside the infirmary.” He was gone. “Don’t he love you no more?” asked Tiny. “Well, if he don’t love you no more it’s a weight off my shoulders. You’re really a nice guy, Farragut. I like you, but I got no use for him. He’s blown half the population and he’s hardly begun. Last week, the week before last—I can’t remember—he did this fan dance on the third tier. Toledo told me about it. He had this piece of newspaper pleated, you know, like a fan and he kept switching it from his cock to his asshole and doing this dance. Toledo said it was very disgusting. Very disgusting.” Farragut tried to imagine this and couldn’t. What he felt was that Tiny was jealous. Tiny had never experienced the love of a man. Tiny was insecure. He made out his sick-call slip, put it between the bars and went to bed.
The waiting room at the infirmary was full and he and Jody stood outside where no one could hear them. “Now, listen,” Jody said. “Now, before you get upset listen to me. Don’t say nothing until I stop talking. I quit the university yesterday. Now, don’t say nothing. I know you’re not going to like it because you got this father image thing about me being a big success in theworld, but wait until I tell you my plan. Don’t say anything. I said don’t say anything. Graduation is planned. Nobody but us in the school knows what’s going to happen, but you will in a few days. Listen to this. The cardinal, the cardinal of the diocese, is going to come here in a helicopter and present the diplomas to the graduating class. I’m not shitting you and don’t ask me why. I guess the cardinal’s some kind of a relation to somebody in the university, but it’ll be great publicity and that’s what’s going to happen. Now, one of the dudes in the class is the chaplain’s assistant. His name is DiMatteo. He’s a very close friend to me. So he’s in charge of all those dresses they wear on the altar, you know. So what he’s got is a red one, in my size, a perfect fit. He’s going to give it to me. So when the cardinal comes there’ll be a lot of confusion. So I’ll hang back, hide in the boiler room, get into my red dress, and when the cardinal celebrates mass I’ll get my ass on the altar. Listen. I know what I’m doing. I know. I served on the altar beginning when I was eleven. That was when I was confirmed. I know you think they’ll catch me, but they won’t. At mass you don’t look at the other acolytes. That’s the thing about prayer. You don’t look. When you see a stranger on the altar you don’t go around asking who’s the stranger on the altar. This is holy business and when you’re doing holy business you don’t see nothing. When you drink the blood of Our Savior you don’t look to see if the chalice is tarnished or if there’s bugs in the wine. You get to be transfixed, you’re like transfixed. Prayer. That’s why it is. Prayer is what’s going to get me out of this place. The power of prayer. So when the mass isover I’ll get in the helicopter in my red dress and if they ask me where I’m from I’ll say I’m from Saint Anselm’s, Saint Augustine’s, Saint Michael’s, Saint Anywheres. When we land I’ll get out of my robes in the vestry and walk out on the street. What a miracle! I’ll panhandle subway fare up to 174th Street, where I got friends. I’m telling you this, Chicken, because I love and trust you. I’m putting my life in your hands. Greater love hath no man. But don’t expect to see very much of me from now on. This dude with the red dress likes me. The chaplain brings him in food from the outside and so I’m taking the electric plate. I may never see you again, Chicken, but if I can I’ll come back and say goodbye.” Jody then put his hands on his stomach, stooped and,
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