DIVINE CHILD
Evil vs. the Angels of Stony Island
by Jim Heaney

I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t move.
The man didn’t move, either.
“What do you have? The paper?”
I nodded.
“What’s your name?”
“Jimmy.”
I stuttered when I said this.
“How old are you?”
“Nine.”
“What school do you go to?”
“St. Ailbe’s.”
“How is Sister John Christian?”
I relaxed. Sister John had been my third- and fourth-grade teacher at St. Ailbe’s. If he knew her, he must be okay.
“Tell her Larry said hello.”
“Okay, but I won’t see her until next year. School’s out.” Larry nodded. “you look thirsty. Want a pop?”
“No, thank you. There are a lot of papers this morning. Gold- blatt’s is having a big sale.”
“Junk paper, junk store,” Larry said. “everything they carry is cheap. It’s a waste of time delivering their ads.” “yeah, and it’s too early to get up.” Larry nodded again.
“Well, I’ll see ya,” he said.
“Wouldn’t want to be ya!” I said, but only to myself.
As I continued my deliveries, I began to feel thirsty. It was nice of him to have offered me a pop, even if it was so early in the morning.

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