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Show Acting Alone Page 45g simply seal off Mother Pudentiana and be on our discreet way, still glorying in the memory of a truly fine woman who once passed amongst us, who may simply have to wait a while longer before her name is entered onto the rolls. If, on the other hand, incorruption is in evidence, well then, I have a printer in Denver all ready to whip us up some four-color holy cards which we can pass out at the next Corpus Christi procession, to introduce Mother Pudentiana's cult to the world." He cast an eye down upon the old nun, who patted the ancient hankies she'd been saving in her hankie pocket for close to half a century. She smiled such a smile that it seemed she herself would be the one to undergo beatification. "Let's pray there's been no water seepage from the hotsprings these past fifty years!" she beamed. The old woman was in a slighty more than usually advanced state of dishevelment today. Living with the other sisters in the provisional tents among the nunnery rubble seemed not to agree with her. Countless families in the Boise Cascade neighborhoods down the hill, both Catholic and non- Catholic, had offered to turn their basement rec rooms into dormitories for the nuns; but they had all been gracefully turned down, no privation being too severe for the hardy Servant Sisters of Saint Willibrord of Perpetual Adoration. So, thought Polly, it has come to exhumation. A typically manly thing to do: call forth brute force, backhoes and crowbars and other implements of steel, to probe a purely accessible truth of Nature as though it were a mystery. Father Wagstaff Bopp could not allow himself or anybody else in the community to believe that Mother Pudentiana had been a simple, plain, |