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Show Acting Alone Page 136 a big fuss over Shannon, who was not feeling too well. Shannon had just been waiting for someone to start playing with their food. This was just like a college dorm in here, except everybody was old and dressed up like the bad guys in an exorcism movie. Then big old Mother Superior stood up at the far end of the refectory and rang the bell to start the praying. Mother Superior looked at everybody around her with a weird expression on her face, like she wanted to see if anyone was inconvenienced by her making them pray right in the middle of dessert, like as if asphalt chip ice cream was something to be hankered after. After everybody put down their spoons this really old, slow-talking nun in a wheelchair read off a list of 968 years' worth of dead nuns who'd died on this day in history. Then Mother Superior said, or sang, real deep and rich, "Eternal peace grant unto them." And the fifty or sixty nuns seated at ten rows of long, drawered tables all stood up at once and yelled something so loud and sudden that it scared Shannon, though she'd been through this before millions of times. They yelled, "Let perpetual light shine upon them," and sat down and, just as suddenly, got back to their dessert. Weird stuff like that kept happening left and right, and the whole meal would of been a disaster if it wasn't for this yummy blackberry Kool Aid. It had just a little bubbles in it, just the right amount. Shannon was pretty much concentrating on her big old glass of Kool Aid, trying to let the icy bubbles wash away everything icky that wouldn't go out of her head. The burned chicken pinfeathers. Head cheese. Cousin Spikey's voice counting to ten in Persian, and his sergeant stripe peejays pulled down |
