Robin and Viv were sitting on the rectory stoop. It was hot and still. “This is so boring,” Viv said. “What does Father Martin want with us anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Robin said. “Maybe cuz high school starts next week. He wants to prepare us. Ha ha.”

“You’d think he’d let us wait inside.”

“You’d think,” Robin said.

“This is so boring,” Viv repeated.

“Maybe we can play a game?” Robin suggested.

“What kind of game?”

“I don’t know. What about hopscotch?”

“Hopscotch?” Viv said. “What made you think of that?”

“One time when I was little I was playing it and skinned my knee and one of the nuns took me in to wash it off and put on some iodine, and the priest came in to look at it.”

“What happened?” Viv asked.

“He was looking at my knee but I could tell he was looking at my panties.”

“Perv!” said Viv.

“Yeah,” said Robin. “I was pretty sure he had a boner.”

“Perv!” Viv repeated.

“Probably the panties were white,” Robin said. “But sky blue would be more appropriate.”

“Or pink,” said Viv. “But anyway we don’t have any chalk, so that lets hopscotch out.”

“We can pretend,” Robin said.

“Sure,” said Viv. “Go for it.”

Robin got up from the stoop. She pretended to toss the stone into square one.

“What? Did you roll it out of the square?” Viv asked.

“No,” said Robin.

“Then what are you waiting for? Hop.”

“My skirt is too tight for hopping,” Robin said. “I’m going to have to roll it up a little.”

Robin rolled up her skirt, then hopped the hopscotch course.

“I can’t believe you’re not wearing panties,” Viv said. “What’s Father Martin going to say?”

Robin gave Viv a naughty smile. “I guess we’ll find out.”