The Lull Before the Storm
My world didn’t collapse quite as soon as I thought it would. Molinara suddenly became quiet and focused in class. Everyone worried about passing mid-year exams in December. Teachers piled on the homework, including a research paper in ancient history; we all griped about that injustice. Mr. Lewis, my only lay teacher—meaning nota priest—was somewhere in his fifties but looked older. Most of us figured he was around when Mesopotamia was thriving and had actually waded across the Tigris and Euphrates as a boy. He gave that impression. What did we know? Not much. Not then.