Cantina's Remorse (A Shannon O'Day Sketch)

((Washington High School, as told by a Schoolmate)I expected to here violent outrage, from her, but she
(fall, 1966))was with gentleness, and I almost died, wanting to here
As told by a Schoolmatewhat she had to say, all us at the school had talked on
From a little after the abortion until almost the middle ofCatalina's abortion, in one way or another. No one
fall, now in school, at Washington High School, off Ricewronged her for what she did, at least to her face.
Street, near Maryland, during these chilled days ofYes, save for Miss Gardner, Cantina, would perhaps
October, Catherine O'Day (better known as Cantinastill be at that window looking at those sparrows. She
sat in what Miss Hildegard Kremer, librarian, who hadsaid:
attended the University of Alabama) as often asMiss Gardner
Cantina could, sat in that dim hot airless library roomA Crucial Answer
with blinds wide open and fastened tightly as for the"There is not a specific commandment against
students not to close them, because that light andinfanticide, or abortion, anymore than we have laws
unmoving air carried heat, and she didn't like to be cool,against wife killing, it is one commandment, and it
and that as the sun shone wider and hotter on thatcovers all killings; although I'm sure those having the
side of the building, less students seemed to come in,abortions, or in support of it, have created one. The
bothered by the sun's rays, and heat, especially in thequestion begs to be answered, is it forgivable? And
summer and spring months. The shelves were still fullI've already told you it is, but in your disparity, where
of dust, and cobwebs, they had drifted inward in backdoes the child go? If I tell you, do not take it as a
of the books and above the books, and chips of oldlicense to have another abortion. For as you know,
dried-up paint, that the wind-had the wind had athere are arguments in favor of abortion, as well as
chance, had Miss Gardner opened up those windows,the opposite. And this is a biblical answer for you, not a
would have perhaps shifted about some. Outside theway out for future responsibility; as some would use it
window was a large pine tree, its truck like iron ore, itsfor legitimately use it for, to destroy more life. They
branches extended outward as if it had fingers (inuse the concept of Genesis 2:7, that the baby is not
particularly this one), and this certain one, appeared tohuman until it draws its first breath. This normally is the
have its own torso in-between its beginning and end.so called religious-for the nonreligious argument, that of
Sparrows came often to settle and gossip on that oldcourse is stretching the obvious, you see Cantina, and
thick branch, they had a nest someplace above thatthe fetus is not 'inanimate matter.' Case closed; but I
branch. The tree was near as tall as the three storyshall make more of it. We see also in Exodus 21, 'Eye
building. They'd fly on and off of that branch, randomly,for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot...' if
all day long; it was-looked like anyhow, a meeting place,this is the case and if those folks want to used the Old
a safe haven.Testament, then they are in for a part of this ruling:
Miss Gardner lived in white and black cloths, which she'burning for burning, wound for would, (and) stripe for
worn for eternity it seemed to us students. She was instripe.' And let me add to that, in Jeremiah chapter one,
her late forties. She never spoke of a dead or pastGod tells Jeremiah to write: 'Before I formed thee in
husband, children, sister or brother, not athe belly I knew thee...' It would be silly, would it not, for
boyfriend-like-husband, either. We all figured at theGod to form non-persons in the womb? And did you
school though, she had a mother and father, everyoneknow, God consecrated Jeremiah as a prophet while
gets one of those. And Cantina, my best of besthe was in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5) So if you are
friends, and a friend to many of us at school, she justasking me indirectly, if you did right or wrong, you
sat there by that window, where the sparrows met,already know that answer; and as you're father said
straight upright, in those straight hard-rock like chairs,to you '...it's not the unpardonable sin,' but neither is it a
her legs rigid as if they were made out of that samelicense to destroy more life. For the second part of
iron ore the pine tree was made out of, and her anklesyour question, 'Where is the child?'
resting on another chair to the side of her, the floor"First of all we know that God said to King David 'You
shinning from wax, over waxed, and talking-no, moreare a man after my own heart.' We can assume by
like mumbling to herself, in a grim tired voice, wonderingthis, they had a close relationship. Second, King David
if her dead infant was in hell or heaven, or someplaceanswers a question-or a few questions-about his own
in-between, self-puzzled, and now the short-dead, nochild who has died, and he answers it this way:
longer was an object, it was a baby, more important'Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will
now than in that near indomitable past, while in hernot return to me.' So upon King David's death, he
world of frustration, so it appeared to us.expects to see his infant child, and we all know he's
Quiet, safe, out of the reach of humanity, there shenot headed for Hell. He also is told, 'While the child was
sat, dreamy in that dominant sun-dust room, day afteralive, you fasted and wept; but when the child died, you
day after day-whenever she could, even after schoolarose and ate food.' He knew where the child was,
hours.and Jesus tells us to become like children, innocent:
I was standing by a shelf of books behind Cantina, she'Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and
was sitting in her usual place, Miss Gardner knew Ibecome like children, you shall not enter the kingdom of
would over hear, and that her words would not simplyheaven.' All this tells us, children of no formal reasoning
vanish, and we never thought of her as sweet andwho die before there time, as in abortion, is with God in
oversweet, more on the unsmiling savage, quiet, sunheaven-presently."
impacted, near distilled, kind of an embattle woman, untilAs I listened to Miss Gardner-and I knew now, Cantina
today-about the faint laced of light shinning on Cantina'swas feeling better, she was smiling: only she doesn't
face, that wrangled face, a crucified child she said:mean that, I thought. She's saying it, because she
"Don't guilt yourself too much. God doesn't. Godwants it told. It was early morning-and whatever was
forgives and forgets and cares for your little one, Kingthe truth, I wanted to thank her for saying it anyhow, I
David confirmed that Biblically."really loved Cantina, but I didn't understand everything
And then out of the long silence, like a stream, a trickleshe was saying anyways. And then she was handed
of rain cam from her eyes, she looked up at Missa note by one of the office secretaries, asking her to
Gardner, her face was like a ghost, a pale shadowycall and see someone in the office. It looked like a
haunted face, she had, the voice which now echoed,quaint, stuffy informal request, more like a summons.
ran through her body (woman-God-demon) all at once.And then I found out later, as we all found out later, a
They both were now immobile. In her longteacher from biology was listening behind a book
astonishment, "How do you know that?" said Cantina.rack-unseen or unnoticed of course, no one knew, and
And Miss Gardner knew I was listening, suddenly thedue to this, she was never seen of again at
large big library, that seemed miles long, now tranquil,Washington High, the biology teacher was a substitute
soundless, nothing but light and heat and breathingteacher I heard, because I never recognized her when
could be heard, "Let me explain my view on theI saw her walking the halls: her character was cold,
matter of your abortion, knowing so well, how youngimplacable, and even ruthless. For a second, I had
people are deceived, if that is okay with you? It seemsimagined her not there, as if her mother had an
that a certain demon has named you his quest forabortion.
1966. Strange isn't it."