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and college girls walking around in brown and white uniforms. They were so big and pretty, like something coming at you out of a movie screen. A little yellow bus would pick me and all the other little Mount Lebanon boys and girls up in the early morning. I would ride down Morrison Drive and all around New Virginia Manor and when the bus would complete its circle through the outer most wealthy area it would turn and travel all the way into the dirty city. Daniel went on at Lincoln school so I only saw him on weekends during these two years of nuns in black and white and danty little plays and parties and walks in the courtyard and talk of me becoming a priest because if I didn't I was going to end up in jail or something like that. Maybe death behind the walls. Or slaughter in the street after loving a nun who was only a girl in my dreams. Roger Flanery The Third had a party once with servants going to and around me and a table as long as bunches of dreams you are trying to remember with little childrens faces munching fantastic food and everybody with a white linen bib to laugh at while the birthday cake was blown on and the icing went around the table with our fingers reaching for a precious taste. School was so proper all day long and when I came home now there was a maid and a little bell under the dining room table that I sat above and rang all the time because she was a good German women and saw that I understood the absurdity of it all. Even after my mother's operations were over we kept the maid on and she lived on the third floor in a little room and was allowed to go where she wanted on the weekends even though my mother and father had to go to clubs and entertain on Friday and Saturday nights when she could have been asked to stay and baby sit for me. But no they loved me and wanted me to go with them and so I