Across the street was the Common and the Red Line which could take us back to Alewife. And the T was a somewhere where we might sit down.

On the other hand, I was curious to walk back, my gaze uncensored–as if it might be possible to recognize anything so sordid so long gone in a place visited so infrequently for such very short times so long ago. Now the only semi-tempting attraction was a store selling ecclesiastical robes. There was at least one bishop getup in the display window, but perhaps a slim possibility we could buy a papal vestment there too. Maybe. And Gretzel seemed so serious about dressing like an altar boy, Carol said she might sew her something. “It would be easy and cheap if nothing had to be pleated.”