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completed their first year, Sister Ursula had decided
to put an end to all of it.
    One rainy day, just after lunch, the girls
were all sent to their rooms to study. Josephine was not in the
mind to study. She wanted to be outside. The rain always brought
the frogs. Josephine loved to chase frogs. She was bouncing up and
down on her bed, watching Antonia read. Josephine stopped bouncing.
She picked up one of her books and threw it at Antonia, hitting the
girl in the shoulder.
    “What did you do that for?”
    “I don’t know, just felt like it I guess.”
Antonia went back to reading, as if nothing had ever happened.
Josephine started bouncing once again and when she had her dresser
in her sight, she stopped. An idea came to her. She pulled out the
drawers of her dresser and started to climb up to the top.
    Antonia looked up from her book. “What are
you doing?” she asked.
    Josephine ignored her as she made it to the
top and stood on the dresser, facing her bed. Josephine jumped.
With her arms out stretched, she played like she was flying. She
landed safely on her bed.
    Antonia was uncomfortable with this new
activity
    “You are going to get hurt Joe, stop it.”
    “You are going to get hurt Joe, waa waa waa.”
Josephine repeated sarcastically. “What do you know about getting
hurt?” Josephine kept talking as she climbed back up the dresser.
“Can’t get hurt reading a book, now can ya?” And off through the
air she went again. Antonia put her book down and looked at her
friend. “I know what it feels like to get hurt Joe, and you are
going to get hurt. Please stop it.”
    “Make me, if you are so worried about my
getting hurt. Make me stop. I dare you.”
    Antonia was concerned, she knew Joe was going
to get hurt. She knew it with every fiber of her being but she
didn’t know how to stop her. She got up off of her bed and walked
over to Joe’s dresser.
    “Please, Joe, come down from there. Please.”
Antonia was looking up at Josephine. Pleading with her eyes as much
as her words.
    “Please, Joe. Please.” Josephine repeated
again, sarcastically.
    Josephine brought her hands to her face, in a
mock show of fear. Then she quivered her knees and threw her arms
out to the sides, in a display of tightrope walking. “Oh no,” she
laughed, “oh, no Antonia, I’m gonna fall. Help me, Antonia, help me
please...” but as she said her last line, the statue that claimed
ownership of the top of the dresser started to rock.
    Josephine tried to grab it before it went
crashing to the floor. The statue escaped her grasp and fell to its
doom, with Josephine following. She landed with a thud and a crack,
which Antonia was sure, came from Josephine’s arm. What followed
was perhaps the single worst memory Josephine had from St. Agnes.
She had not thought of it since, pushing it as far back in the
recesses of her mind as she was able.
    Sister Katherine had been called to the hall,
when the noise from Josephine’s flying had disturbed the girls
studying in the room next to them. She was at the door a few
moments after Josephine’s fall. Antonia had no time to back away
from the situation. Sister read what she had wanted to into the
accident. In her eyes, Antonia was to blame. She had purposely and
maliciously destroyed school property. She intentionally demolished
a ‘Blessed Statue’. She caused physical injury to a fellow student.
Josephine’s arm was definitely broken. There were two older girls,
standing in the doorway, when Sister Katherine exited the room,
practically dragging Antonia by the arm.
    “Get her to the infirmary immediately. I will
be there in a moment.” she instructed them.
    Joe had no idea where Antonia was being
taken. She was scared. Her arm did not hurt at all but she knew it
was broken. She glanced back at the bear sitting on Antonia’s
pillow. At that moment she wondered if Antonia was as scared as she
was. She should have listened to her friend. Antonia was always
right. She was always