Hope lives on…
—They’re bigger this year!
From the back of the convent comes a loud clonk.
Sister Potato has just dropped her wooden spoon.
Sister Piety quietly turns to face the wall “to pray for a while.”
Mother Patience removes her glasses, cleans them very slowly, and murmurs:
—Lord… grant me serenity…
And Sister Chastity, completely unaware of the catastrophe she has just unleashed, asks:
—What’s wrong? Did I say something strange?
