Concerning The Church

  It’s disheartening that when you’ve made up your mind to ask a woman to run away with you, she’s not there to ask.
  The other waitress at Café du Monde had to trade days, she said, and no she had no idea where Ivy was. Neither did the phone rhythmically purring, until Kevin finally hung up in dismay.
  Not really knowing why or to where, maybe because he felt he had nowhere to really go, Kevin started walking down wet pavement and moist air, through the park full of yuppies jogging and walking dogs, and found himself, on Good Friday, as the light was fading into a dark purple bruise, outside of St. Michael's.