by Rebekah Postupak
for Monday Mixer
When new rector Father Jorge built a kirkyard racetrack, most members protested. But their noise was more obligatory than seditious, and after a week or two even Mrs. Garcia’s promised paroxysm remained a toothless threat. Truth be told, no other church in all the grand if insular pampas offered such a diversion, and come Friday nights it was nice to have something to do.
When Father Jorge hung a disco ball from the nave’s keystone, the Board sat him down and reminded him firmly of Sacred Duty and Tradition. But a verbal truncheon, even one as impressive as the Board’s, is hard to take seriously with rainbows sparkling on the bearers’ heads, and eventually they too gave up.
A pool hall followed.
Then a casino.
“Fascinating updates!” said a visiting bishop one year. “But where is Father Jorge, and who is that clown up front in robes and a collar?”
Overachiever attempt: 8/9 words used