When I was
visiting my parents over Labor Day, I needed an eraser for the puzzles I was
doing and asked my mom where I could get one, and she got me the one that my
dad keeps out for doing crossword puzzles by the TV.
“Though I’ll
need to use it less than him,” I was like.
Then, I asked
when he exactly he had started to do crossword puzzles, anyhow.
“Ever since he
retired,” she was like, then paused.
“Wait, it goes
farther back than that. He used to do
them at lunch back at [the Catholic high school he worked at and I went
to]. Everyone used to gather around and
do them, especially [the math teacher’s last name] and [the history teacher’s
last name].”
Then, she said
that sometimes even “that asshole priest” would join in if he was around the
high school campus at lunch time, “though once the answer to a clue was
‘bordello’ and he got real quiet and didn’t say anything.”
(My mom calls this one
then-40-year-old priest with a moustache and an authoritarian complex and
trouble relating to people “that asshole priest”, though sometimes if he’s
around my dad will defend him and say he’s not all bad.)
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