in that lowercase "g" sort of way

Easter snuck up on Littlegirlcop this year. It didn't really register until Thursday night. Holy Thursday night. He was on the phone with his mother and his father was at church, that wasn't especially odd because he usually helped out with bingo on Thursdays, but that wasn't what he was doing. There were earlier hints of Easter. Starting with His ex wife's Mardi Gras party, the ashes on foreheads the next day, the eerie beauty of those marks were almost a compelling reason to go to church. There was also the devout heavy set woman in the office talking with a few ash marked others about giving up chocolate for lent. But in forty days those details fade. He learned about school vacations in the same way. Teachers he knew turning up at the gym mid day or disappearing all together. Open parking spots near the high school. For Murphy neither had direct relevance.

Well there would be a nice dinner with Marty's family later. Deviled eggs, kids and chocolate. Before dinner an outing in the park with his pals Patty and Katherine honoring the day in a different way. Celebrating spring, friends, freedom and lost religion with a picnic, a bonnet contest, and Patty's favorite, the Hunky Jesus contest, all courtesy of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. While Littlegirlcop could never imagine himself in the nun-clown drag of the Sisters or the hierarchies of their church, he did thank god for them. Well he thanked him or her in that atheist, lowercase "g" sort of way. He also thought to himself, didn't Jesus seem like he might be a little queer.