“I don’t ask and you know it. I just listen. It’s not a two-way conversation. I can hear them. I can’t communicate with them.” “Of course you can. You’re a nun. You’re pure and good and wholesome. Like Wheaties. They’ll listen to you. All you have to do is ask.” “Do you ever listen to anything I say?” “I’m sorry, were you speaking?” “You’re funny.” “Thank you!” I said, brightening.
