Saint C’s was their place-a dark and antediluvian building that squatted behind the church like a big brick toad. Their houses were smaller, their attitudes tougher. My classmates lived in the welders/policemen/coaches part of town. I lived in the doctors/lawyers/accountants part of town. In the seventh grade at Saint C’s I was an outsider, and not only by religion. I was not a Catholic, but my parents, displeased with the public schools, sent me anyway. The setting is a Catholic grade school I’ll call Saint Crispin’s, in the early 1970s. This is a story about a priest I knew, and what he did to me.