You catholic girls start much too late. But sooner or later it just comes down to fate. I might as well be the one…Only the good die young, Billy Joel 1977
I see her feet first. Female feet in what were once called cross trainers. An almost-pretty blond in her twenties has stopped dead in her tracks. She’s covered her mouth and is deciding whether to run like hell, and I cannot let that happen. I put away the taser quickly and smile and say, Hi.
She looks nervously around and says, What are you doing here?
Twiddling my toes, I say. I’m thinking about painting them. Arent they pretty?
She laughs and settles down a little. There’s a cross around her neck that suggests Big Time Catholicism. I say, I’m not trespassing am I?
She shrugs and says, I have no idea. I’ve been here before. It just kinda, kinda…
Draws you in, I say, lying on my back and sticking my tongue at her. How many times have you been here?
This is the third time for me.
Maybe cause it’s the only hill I have seen in this place, I say. It just kind of gives you…
She says, Gives you a peaceful easy feeling, she says.
My own sense of humor is getting hard to control, I think as I look across the river. As far as i’m concerned it has come to being a farce to a parody of mtv pixel art.
Hey, sit down here by me, I say, gently patting the grass on my right. Come on…
Well, she says ok and sits by me maybe where the river bank begins. Since she is so tight assed I wonder if she’s a townie or goes to school in some uppity place.
What’s your name, she says.
I’m Jim Chones, is say.
My names Virginia she says and I barely keep myself under control.
Catholic girls learn much too late.
How did you know i’m catholic?
Wild guess, I say. Do you go to a parochial school?
St. Annaling’s she says
Well whatever, I say.
She turns her face toward me and mine to her and you know what happens.
BTW, i was definitely was not the first.