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Show Acting Alone Page 59 Chapter Five Sam was staring at a still from some Jesus movie that was scotch taped to the nunnery washroom door. It had probably been put there by Krystle, or Velvette. Or maybe Stormie. It showed a Hollywood Christ surrounded by pouting Magdalene and her painted sisters of the evening, purring damp-lipped she-cats, reformed Whores of Babylon, all staring ravenously at His eyes and hands. Rough competition this guy would be. What'sername here was tall and dark and terribly beautiful in an un-cute, un-Shanny way; and was possessed of enormous eyes as pure white and pure black as nun clothes; and, most of all, was inexplicably interested in him. He was completely without first hand experience in such things, but Sam could've sworn that, back in the library, he had seen in this nun's guileless eyes the first signs of a bona fide animus projection upon him: the accelerated throatpulse heaving light off the strangely flawed silver heart around her neck, and so on. Amazingly enough, he, Sam, had definitely made her heart flutter. And if it hadn't been a total animus projection then it had been something else intense - perhaps a vague identification of Sam with some image of that other significant redhead so firmly entrenched in all nuns' minds: this handsome hunk in the photo here. Shanny's big |