Saint Training by Elizabeth Fixmer

Author:Elizabeth Fixmer [Fixmer, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2010-07-27T04:00:00+00:00

Fondly,

Mother Monica

P.S. I just received your letter in which you ask about civil rights, the Vietnam war, and pacifists. I believe that all people should be respected and enjoy the same rights as everyone else. I also believe in peace. Every day I pray to God for peace and justice in the world. I also pray that the world leaders make humanitarian decisions.

11

When Carl, Dennis, and Butch arrived, Matthew whisked them off to the Pad where the band could have its privacy. The detached garage was built on a slope and the large room underneath had held nothing but junk until Matthew, Mark, and Luke cleaned it out a few years earlier. They shared it pretty well with each other, but it was understood that when Matthew was home, he got first dibs.

Mary Clare was not invited. She was never invited. In fact, Mark and Luke had told her that they would make her life miserable if they ever learned that she or her friends had been inside. So the only time she’d ventured in the Pad was when she’d had one of her friends serve as a lookout. The boys had brought in a stuffed chair and couch they’d covered with a tie-dyed sheet. They had a table with a lamp and everything. Mary Clare thought it was psychedelic.

While Mary Clare did the dishes she prayed the band would still practice in the garage so she could see them. They were such cute guys, it was almost a shame they were seminarians. But Matthew said he might not stay in the seminary, so maybe the others wouldn’t, either.

What was she thinking? It was probably a big sin to have a crush on a boy whom God had called to be a priest. Besides, if she wanted to become a saint she couldn’t have a crush on any boy.

Mary Clare lamented that she and Joannie hadn’t thought about what to do if the guys were hanging out in the Pad. Then it occurred to her: she would make brownies. Maybe that would get the guys back in the house, or, even better, get her into the Pad.

When the brownies were done Mary Clare placed them on two separate plates, one for the kids who were watching TV and one for the guys in the Pad. She brought the warm brownies to the family room first. Then she went down the slope of her backyard to the door of the Pad. Armed with her brownies, she did what she’d never dared to do before: she knocked on the door.

“Who’s there?” Matthew yelled.

“I have something for you. Something you’ll like.”

It was Butch who opened the door, smiling what seemed a nervous smile.

“Hi, Mary Clare,” he said. Behind him Carl was trying to hide some big tubular thing that had smoke coming out of it. Whatever it was, she wasn’t supposed to see it.

“Hi.” A waft of sweet-smelling smoke assaulted her. Her eyes began to adjust to the dimly lit room, and a girl Mary Clare had never seen before spoke up.

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