Is It a Race or a Religion?
We were in the bookstore. It was Thursday, the day after orientation. It seemed the entire school had followed the homeroom announcement to the letter: If you wait till Monday, it is already too late. The lines were triple thick and spilled out the door, down the corridor and back again, making a U-shaped mess that was surely another rule breaker.
I’d been waiting for hours it seemed, but finally I made it up to the counter. Just one more kid to go, and I’d be there.
“You don’t have enough,” the female clerk said. She slipped a twenty and a five into the register drawer and held out some change to him.
“Will you save this book for me?” From the back, his head looked almost egg-shaped, a roundish sort of oval.
“We don’t save books at St. Sebastian’s. It’s a
