Sisters
Sr. L: I didn’t tell anyone, but my companions did. One day my mother asked me what I saw, and I told her.
Sr. H: Did she believe you, Sister?
Sr. L: (laughs) Would you, Sister Helena?
Sr. H: Henrietta, Sister.
Sr. L: Henrietta. Sorry. No, she just called it childish nonsense, and told me never to speak about it again, as I was quite happy not to do.
Sr. H: Was that to prepare you for the Blessed Mother, Sister?
Sr. L: No, it was to prepare me to meet that figure the next year.
Sr. H: (interest piqued) Really?
Sr. L: Oh, yes, Sister. It was the next spring. My cousins Jacinta and Francisco were with me.
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