Wiggin instructed his wife; but there was menace in his tone, as if the rector were weighing the possibilities of Owen Meany being the Christ or the Antichrist. MEANY, JR. DON'T WORRY, he told me. Owen never joked.
The headmaster spoke sharply to him, but we couldn't hear what the headmaster said-there was too much creaking of benches and bumping of hymnals as we rose to sing. He probably told them they had to say they were something-then he told them to be Baptists. They wanted him to work for the Catholic Church-in some capacity; he could volunteer his time for Catholic Relief Services, he could be a kind of so When Owen would sleep in the other twin bed in my room, with the night table between us, we would carefully
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