The Scandal of Grace

I once had an ice cream cone with the school bully—a fifth-grader named Jay. There are bullies who earn their reputations by being big and talking tough. Jay earned his by kicking people’s butts. He was short and wiry. His twitchy movements and swaggering gait gave him a roosterish aspect, an effect that was magnified by a cowlick that made a ridge of hair stand up like a comb along the top of his head. He had taken up the habit of holding his arms out from his torso like… Continue reading The Scandal of Grace