I wanted to be a priest, but couldn't escape sex
In college, the author feared a break with his destiny
September 13, 2013 3:29AM (UTC)
Mara is a Georgetown sophomore like I am. She’s from a small town near Kittery, Maine, and I happily suspect Catholicism in her family when she tells me that she has four sisters back home.
I start showing up at her row house each afternoon. One day we sit on the couch and listen to an album by Joan Armatrading (whom Mara worships). Mara taps the scabs on my jaw.