Friday, March 19, 2010

a box that was designed by someone else This is when Sister A sprang into action. She was so furious that the hair under her veil was soaked and sweat dripped down the back of her neck. If there wasn’t a commandment that said, Do Not Kill, she would have her hands around Margaret’s meaty and evil little throat in a second. She came around the corner so fast that Meggie had no idea what hit her, and she was definitely hit. Sister A backhanded her across the face, and there was an instant welt on her right cheek the exact size of Sister’s knuckles. The slap took the wind out of her and for a moment she thought she would faint. No words were spoken. Sister A grabbed Meggie by the arm and dragged her across the gym, down the brown-tiled hallway, and threw her, actually threw her, into the teacher’s lounge. No one Meggie knew had ever been into the teacher’s lounge, and this is where Meggie discovered that nuns go to the bathroom. This is where she also discovered the potential cruelty of the human heart. The room was empty. Sister Aloysius backed Meggie against the concrete wall and pushed her face against Meggie’s. Meggie could see down her throat and she sensed something so horrible that she had a hard time breathing. Evil. She sensed something evil. “Who do you think you are?” the nun hissed. “Do you really think you can be who you want to be? Do you?” Meggie could not speak. She was afraid she was going to wet her pants. She prayed, because prayers were supposed to save you, but there was no saving her from Sister Aloysius. “Girls are nothing, absolutely nothing. We are here to serve the men, the priests, the men who will be lawyers and politicians...

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