sodality

One exchange began with Mary Elizabeth saying, “They’re having a dance tonight at my sodality.”

Before this ladies’ sodality can get down to new business, a Stranger comes racing into the room, hides under the table and breathlessly pants “They’re after me.”

They were busy: during the week, there were morning masses, evening devotions, sodalities, weddings, funerals and confessions.

Yet she is also interested in notions of sodality and fellow feeling.

I was among that sodality of readers who didn’t cotton to “The English Patient,” finding it merely moody, murky and lightly pretentious, a tone poem in search of a whetstone.