—It is a gift too, Master.
—I’m not sure whether it’s a gift or a test.
—Perhaps a little of both.
—Lord.
—I asked You for humility, charity, and obedience.
—I never asked You for a sense of humor.
—Sister Piety of the Absurd Sorrows, I’ve always thought that shiny eggplants…
—Oh, Sister Potato of Lourdes Foo-Foo, don’t get me started…
And Mother Patience, closing her eyes:
—No, my child.
—I wasn’t asking you.
I have long since given up trying to understand the ways of Providence.
I’d be perfectly satisfied with understanding those two little troublemakers.
I consider that highly unlikely.
— Aurelius, Chronicler of The Attic
