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%u00a9Jack Fritscher, Ph.D., All Rights ReservedHOW TO LEGALLY QUOTE FROM THIS BOOKWhat They Did to the Kid 185Rector Karg moved toward me. His shoe tips touched my knees. I could smell the hot metal of coins in his pockets. I imagined nickels and dimes and pennies tangled in with his rosary beads and some lint. My eyes crossed, focusing directly on his Knights of Columbus belt buckle. He put the palm of his left hand against his chest and with his raised right hand made the Sign of the Cross in the air over my head and then rested both his thick cold priestly hands on my hair. %u201cNo one of us,%u201d he said, %u201ccan stand the close scrutiny of God.%u201d%u201cNone of us,%u201d I intoned.%u201cThere is one condition more.%u201dStill kneeling, I looked up at him with his hands open in the gesture of priestly blessing.%u201cYes, Rector?%u201d%u201cI forbid you to write one more word.%u201d I wanted to punch him in his consecrated groin.