by Johnny Eponymous

Dustin woke up speaking fluent Latin one Sunday morning. He knew the sounds from St. Jude's pre-Vatican II liturgy, and he was amazed at how poorly those fresh from seminary had pronounced the words. He walked to the Safeway, bought a paper, dropping pecuniae to the hip puella behind the counter. She looked rather annoyed, but around that part of Boston, Frat Boys did strange things after long nights drinking.