O’Riley turned and winked at me, offering his silent support, and Carlin, if memory serves, flashed me a quick blessing, the sign of the cross, with his fingers. We always knew he’d be a priest one day. I wonder if he ever made it.
I looked around for my rust-colored binder. It wasn’t on my desk where I was sure I’d left it. Was it in my book satchel? Nope.
Molinara, who sat across from me, gave me a knowing look that turned into a sneer.