April 7, 2008
The eye rolls started life on a white bakery shelf beneath glass, wearing a perfect Sunday glaze. They were purchased after church by a Presbyterian, still in his suit carrying a church bulletin in his pocket. Bagged with a loaf of bread, and half dozen cookies, they began the journey home with him. But the bottom of the bag was damp, and they made their escape, lurking for a few days beneath the passenger seat of the car, hardening, getting smaller, and talking about what they would do at this point. They saw their opportunity. They were not ordinary rolls.