Spy Wednesday

I cut a bunch of scenes from my childhood when I was revising Girl To City. I thought it would be interesting to revisit and maybe even do something with them. This is a first attempt.

Every springtime, at the approach of Easter, I feel a twinge. The day before Holy Thursday, known also as Spy Wednesday for when Judas betrayed Christ, I remember my own Spy Wednesday. It was 1970 and I was eleven years old.

In Catholic school, the supply of nuns had started to dwindle and there were more lay teachers now. Me and my friends joked that "l…