“Twelfth of April, a cold wind blows,

Otherworldly harbingers flow,

Unbeknownst to Step-Sister Tanya

Coals glow in black kiln below,

Heat for cooking nun lasagna.”

Words drift away as nun awakens from tormented rest. Who is haunting her dreams? Shaking habit peremptorily nun refuses to ponder burning question, dream imagery, or anything else beyond today’s Catholic Academy agenda.

Perhaps no one should ignore cautionary nightmares. Rejoin Step-Sister Tanya just two days later when a naughty pupil primes the nun likes a pie... Show more