Legwork by Roland Smith

Author:Roland Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, kidnapping, detective, computer, wheelchair, chhildrens, law and crime, physical limitation
Publisher: Roland Smith

Sister Bonita

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A large stream flowed in front of the buildings. I walked across the footbridge to the door of the cathedral, and before I knocked, it swung open. I was greeted by two boys who were probably eight or nine years old. Like the other kids I’d seen, their heads were shaved and they were wearing the white CODL uniform, but instead of black belts they had light brown belts around their waists.

“Your flip-flops,” one of the boys said.

“What about them?”

“Take them off please.”

I slipped the flip-flops off and the other boy picked them up and carried them away at arms length like I had stepped in something nasty. I thought about telling him that they were brand new and that I’d only taken a couple of hundred steps in them, but I doubt that he would have listened to me.

The boy pointed. “Your feet.”

“They don’t come off,” I said, trying to be funny, but the boy didn’t crack a smile.

“I need to wash them,” he said.

“You’re kidding?”

He shook his head and pointed at a tiled wading pool built into the floor. I walked over to it.

“Please step in.”

I shrugged my shoulders. It didn’t look like it was filled with acid, so I did as he asked. The ankle deep water was warm and felt pretty good. The boy then proceeded to wash my feet with a soft brush. This felt pretty good too, although it was a little embarrassing.

When he finished he dried my feet off with a towel and smiled up at me and said, “Thank you.”

I looked down at him and thought, This is very creepy.

He handed me another pair of flip-flops wrapped in plastic and I took them out and slipped them on.

“Don’t you guys re-use these things?”

Instead of answering he said, “You may go in now.” The boy who took my flip-flops held open a large door. I stepped through it.

Inside was a huge auditorium. Instead of chairs there were several hundred white cushions on the floor. At the far end of the room was a stage. And sitting on the stage in a white chair was a bald CODL member dressed in a white robe with a white belt tied around it.

“Please come forward, Briggs.”

Two things surprised me. First, it was a woman’s voice. And second, she knew my name. It was like the scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and her gang meet the wizard in the Emerald Palace. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto, I thought and walked to the front.

“Please sit down,” the woman in white said.

I sat on one of the cushions in the front row and looked up at her. For some reason she looked familiar.

“You must be Sister Bonita,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Well,” I began. And I was about to explain to her that there’d been a big mistake, when a little kid with a shaved head ran across the stage and jumped into her lap. The kid giggled and pointed at me.

“He has hair!”

I tried very hard not to show my surprise.

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