“Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.”
”Don’t torture yourself, Gomez. That’s my job.”
”Pugsley, sit in the chair.”
”Why?”
”So we can play a game.”
”What game?”
”It’s called ‘Is There a God?’”
”Shall I be joyous or shall I be damned?”
”And our credo, ‘Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc’. We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. Not just pretty words.”
”You see, this is our class bulletin board. This month, our theme is our heroes, people we love and admire. You see Susan Ringo has chosen the president. Isn’t that sweet? And Harmony Feld has picked Jane Pauley.”
”Have you spoken to her parents?”
”But Wednesday brought in this picture, Culpurnia Addams.”
”Wednesday’s great-grand aunt Calpurnia. She was burned as a witch in 1706. They say she danced naked in the town square and enslaved a minister.”
”Really?”
”Oh, yes. But don’t worry. We’ve told Wednesday, college first.”
”Just think, someday we’ll be buried here, side by side, six feet under, in matching coffins. Our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity.”