And a Holocaust victim! <\/em> What clearer sign could I ask for? Months later, when it began to dawn on me that religious life is a bad fit for cranky loners who are deeply in debt, I felt grateful the figure in the window hadn\u2019t been Joan of Arc. I might have taken it as a cue to start dressing in drag.<\/p>\nLast Sunday afternoon, a young woman came to my door. From her tangled hair and gently bewildered expression I could tell she\u2019d spent a very enjoyable weekend indoors behind drawn blinds. Ever since this guy named Chris took the unit next to mine, I\u2019ve seen a nonstop parade of these bacchantes. Chris is about 50, a Native American of the Crow Nation, and a postal employee of 20 years\u2019 seniority. Exactly what his schedule is I don\u2019t know. He\u2019ll vanish for what seems like a week, then spend the next week walled in, entertaining company.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve gotten to know a few of these women as they\u2019ve passed my unit on their way to Circle K for cigarettes and Thristbusters. They seemed to be pros or semi-pros, in their 30s and heading downhill quickly. This one was different. In her early 20s, she had clear, almost translucent skin and the long, curling eyelashes of a giraffe. \u201cCan I use your computer?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not a prig, mind you, and I try not to be a bad or selfish neighbor. But my computer is my livelihood. I may forget to put it to sleep or let it get infected with spyware, but that\u2019s a right I claim exclusively. Besides, I live in a low-income area. Many of my neighbors look like the kinds of people I see waiting in line for the common computers at the local public libraries. I have nightmares about the same line forming outside my door. <\/p>\n
These calculations must have registered on my face, because the girl added, \u201cPlease?\u201d She gave me a smile so sleepy and so sweet, it must have done something to my inner ear, because I started feeling dizzy. I asked what she wanted to use it for. She told me: \u201cTo apply for food stamps.\u201d<\/p>\n
A damsel in economic distress.<\/em> A waif on welfare.<\/em> My objections collapsed like the old Sands in Vegas. I told her to go ahead, and even typed out the URL of the appropriate agency\u2019s website in my address bar. Then, as though she were changing or nursing, I turned my back on her. To defuse the tension further, to convince myself I was acting from the purest of motives, I stepped outside, wishing that, like St. Francis, I could find some snow or briars to roll around in.<\/p>\nNot two minutes later, she came to the door. \u201cAll done,\u201d she said. \u201cBy the way, if you see Chris before I do, tell him it\u2019s 64, not 66.\u201d Figuring this was some food stamps code, I promised I would. Then she shook my hand and disappeared down the path that led to the parking lot and beyond. <\/p>\n
About an hour later, I saw Chris heading up the same path, in uniform. I gave him the message; he thanked me with a smile and a wave.<\/p>\n
Now, it happened that I\u2019d written my way through all that morning\u2019s Masses. Still feeling the momentum, I was thinking I might write on through the evening and confess it the following Saturday. Writers should have private chaplains to work around their muses. But just as I was getting down to work, my computer started acting strangely. Every time I clicked a link or tried to refresh a page, the little wheel-thingie would spin and spin and spin. After minutes of watching this frictionless whirling, I\u2019d get a message: \u201cINTERNET EXPLORER COULD NOT OPEN THAT WEBSITE.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when I had another one of my waking dreams of Constantine. It\u2019s a sign, <\/em>I thought. A sign I\u2019ve got to go to Mass. If I go, whatever\u2019s wrong will have fixed itself by the time I come back.<\/em> If I don\u2019t, I\u2019ll need a new modem.<\/em> Inspired, I washed and dressed. The record will reflect that on the last Sunday of Christmas season I stumbled over \u201cwith your spirit\u201d and \u201cunder my roof\u201d with the rest of the faithful.<\/p>\nWhen I got back, Explorer was working, but only barely. Pages would load, but had to be refreshed constantly. Nevertheless, the improvement was real enough to preclude complaint. By the following midday, Explorer was back to normal again. All things considered, the karmic exchange seemed pretty fair. <\/p>\n
The whole business vanished from my mind until yesterday afternoon, when I clicked on my Start button. Just as my cursor reached the Explorer icon, I noticed something I\u2019d never noticed before:<\/p>\n
Internet Explorer-64 bits.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell him it\u2019s 64, not 66.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nWhen Chris first moved in, he asked me if I minded his sharing my Internet connection, promising to split the monthly bill. I said I\u2019d think about it but blew him off. Tired of waiting for my answer, he sent his doxie to inflitrate my camp. The hungry hooker with a heart of gold was none other than Chris\u2019 own Mata Hari. I\u2019d been hoodwinked, duped. In wartime, I\u2019d probably be broken before the regiment and shot at dawn. Monday night, I saw them in the Circle K as I was picking a Big-Az cheeseburger out of the cooler. I thought I heard a saucy note of triumph in her voice as she greeted me, but I couldn\u2019t have been further from guessing the reason behind it.<\/p>\n
As I write this, I find myself wishing, for the first time, for a blast of that old magical thinking \u2014 a penny transverberation, a budget Theophany. Rather than stand face-to-face with my own stupidity, I\u2019d prefer to think it was the devil himself who snared me by the Cox.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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