Weredog Tart (31)

   
   "Weredog Tart (31)"
   
   Siria was a bit disturbed that Lance had to go onto the anti-psychotics; moreover, that he had to read ALL of Ulysses in just a trinity of days; still, she was there to be a special friend and help her best buddy out--that's what dogs do.
   Furthermore, Siria was a bit pissed at Mr. Joyce, the author, for not kneeling down and praying for his mother when she was sick, but knew that Catholicism was always on the tip of his pen.  How can a man truly resist the love of Christ?  Come on now!
   Not your garden-variety demigod, but Son of the Most Mighty and True God of the Multiverse, tempted by the Adder with fortune, fame, pleasures, and Jesus was like:  "Nope."  Next, the Adder is like:  "Who is this guy?"
   Then, the angels came and ministered to Christ.
   Anyway, it wasn't a tough read after all.  And with a shamrock heart, Lance, even though a bit slow, engaged the literature with super sophistication, getting the Irish jive of it all.  It doesn't matter if you're small, as long as you got SPIRIT, especially the Holy Spirit.
   And who would want to tangle with G. Gordon Liddy or Bruce Lee?  That's a proud man's axiomatic defeat.
   Next, the two teens went out for some yogurt, getting the good bacteria; then, prepared for the next session of summer school; indeed--it was the dog days of summer.