“Neither of us had worn long sleeves, as Pops had told us to do, and we were covered in mosquito bites. So we never made an excursion like that again. But on cool spring evenings we often sat on one of the rectangular slab tombs in the cemetery and looked into the swamp, until full darkness and mosquitoes drove us inside.

“Of course we were going to venture out there one of these days and find that damned island, but there were always more pressing things to do.

“When Lynelle discovered I had never been to a museum in my life, we were off in her roaring Mazda sports car, the radio blaring techno-rock, going over the Lake and into New Orleans to see wonderful paintings at the New Orleans Museum of Art, and then on to the new Aquarium, and on to wander the Art District for galleries, and on to the French Quarter just for fun.

“Now understand, I knew something of New Orleans. We often drove an hour and half to go to Mass at the gorgeous St. Mary’s Assumption Church on Josephine and Constance Streets, because this had been Sweetheart’s parish and one of the priests stationed there was a cousin of Sweetheart’s, and therefore a cousin of mine.

“And during the Mardi Gras season we sometimes drove in to watch the night parades from the front porch of Sweetheart’s sister, Aunt Ruthie. And a few times we even visited Aunt Ruthie on Mardi Gras day.

“But with Lynelle, I really learned the city as we meandered in the Quarter or prowled about in secondhand bookstores on Magazine Street or visited the St. Louis Cathedral to light a candle and say a prayer.

“During this time Lynelle also educated me for my First Communion and for my Confirmation, and both these ceremonies took place on Holy Saturday night (the eve of Easter) at St. Mary’s Assumption Church. All of Sweetheart’s New Orleans people were there, including some fifty that I really didn’t know. But I was very glad to be connected with the Church in a proper way and went through a mild period of fascination with the Church, watching any videos that pertained to the Vatican or Church history or the Lives of the Saints.

“It particularly intrigued me that saints had had visions, that some saints saw their guardian angels and even talked to them. I wondered if Goblin, not being an angel, had to be from Hell.

“Lynelle said no. I never had the courage, or the clear urge, to ask a priest about Goblin. I sensed that Goblin would be condemned as morbid imagination, and at times I thought of Goblin that way myself.

“Lynelle asked me if Goblin put me up to evil. I said no. ‘Then you don’t have to tell a priest about him,’ she explained. ‘He has no connection with sin. Use your brain and your conscience. A priest is no more likely to understand Goblin than anyone else.’