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Show Acting Alone Page 12g told too many jokes. Shannon wasn't in a joke mood today. After being booted out of your Auntie Mae Bell's home, out on the street and all alone, how sociable could you be expected to act? Besides, Shannon never really felt comfortable here. They had such weird stuff. Like they had a statue of Saint Clare on top of their television set that screwed up the reception but Mother Superior wouldn't let anybody remove it because Saint Clare was the patron saint of TV and brought good reception. Even their dining room tables were weird. Shannon never saw a dining room table with drawers at every place. She sort of wondered if all convents had drawers like these, but she didn't ask. She'd already heard enough nun and convent stuff for one visit. Shannon wasn't -in a listening mood today, either. Still, she was eating the sisters' food, icky as it was, and sleeping in their empty visitors' dorm, with its clanky lumpy old hospital reject beds, fifteen to a room. She must be grateful for hospitality, like Auntie Mae Bell told her. She must not let the nuns see her pout. So Shannon looked down to cover her face, and also to see if she had a drawer at her place, too. She did. Whose could it be? Probably some nun who was too busy adoring or being sick or something to eat her lunch now. Shannon sneaked a peek in the drawer. She took one look at the name on the napkin ring and knew better than to even try to imagine how it was pronounced. Sammy could've told her at a glance, because wrote-down words talked to him. But he would've forced her to sound it out. |
