Sisters
Sr. L: How heroic my uncle was to defend my cousins, while both my mother and my father said to my face that they didn’t care if I died, so long as I would stop lying. But I’d stop myself and say, “Lucia, you must be patient. You are suffering for the love of God. You are consoling Him and converting sinners.” That thought never failed to bring me consolation.
Sr. H: I bet the Administrator didn’t give up, did he.
Sr. L: Oh, no, Sister Hildegard
Sr. H: Henrietta, Sister.
Sr. L: Or... Henrietta. The freemasons hate God. If you get a devout one, his hatred is almost satanic.
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