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Fay sat in the classroom and watched as the plump nun swayed back and forth in front of the blackboard. The nun stopped and stared at the children in the class. Who can tell me the Seven Deadly Sins? She asked, peering at the front row. There was silence. Fay wanted to put up her hand, but didn't want to be seen as a know-it-all, so she sat there her arm anxious to shoot up. No one? The nun said frowning, surely one of you knows at least one of them. The children looked at the desks or at each other, none looked at the nun. Nearly all of you are committing one of them right now it seems, the nun said. Lust? said a boy at the back who sat straight faced, but bubbling inside to burst into laughter. The nun stared at him: that is one, anyone else have a sin? Fay put up her hand and arm: Pride Sister Mary? She said. The nun looked at her: That is two, anyone else have a sin to mention? A girl with black hair in bunches and glasses said: Greed Sister Mary? The nun nodded her head: Four more sins; anyone else have a notion? There's envy, the boy said who had spoken earlier. Fay knew them all, but was unsure about saying it: Gluttony is another, Fay said, looking at her hands in her lap. Three more, the nun said, swaying back and forward on her toes like swaying penguin. Wrath is one, a boy with spiky hair said. One more, the nun said, eyeing the class like a warrior before battle. Pride, a girl said behind Fay. The nun nodded: That is right; now tomorrow I expect each one of you to know them all, the nun said. Fay knew them all so she wasn't worried about that, but then she worried because it sounded like pride and she thought: now I have committed a sin of pride: having knowledge or not, she couldn't win.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
SHE COULDN'T WIN 1960
Fay sat in the classroom and watched as the plump nun swayed back and forth in front of the blackboard. The nun stopped and stared at the children in the class. Who can tell me the Seven Deadly Sins? She asked, peering at the front row. There was silence. Fay wanted to put up her hand, but didn't want to be seen as a know-it-all, so she sat there her arm anxious to shoot up. No one? The nun said frowning, surely one of you knows at least one of them. The children looked at the desks or at each other, none looked at the nun. Nearly all of you are committing one of them right now it seems, the nun said. Lust? said a boy at the back who sat straight faced, but bubbling inside to burst into laughter. The nun stared at him: that is one, anyone else have a sin? Fay put up her hand and arm: Pride Sister Mary? She said. The nun looked at her: That is two, anyone else have a sin to mention? A girl with black hair in bunches and glasses said: Greed Sister Mary? The nun nodded her head: Four more sins; anyone else have a notion? There's envy, the boy said who had spoken earlier. Fay knew them all, but was unsure about saying it: Gluttony is another, Fay said, looking at her hands in her lap. Three more, the nun said, swaying back and forward on her toes like swaying penguin. Wrath is one, a boy with spiky hair said. One more, the nun said, eyeing the class like a warrior before battle. Pride, a girl said behind Fay. The nun nodded: That is right; now tomorrow I expect each one of you to know them all, the nun said. Fay knew them all so she wasn't worried about that, but then she worried because it sounded like pride and she thought: now I have committed a sin of pride: having knowledge or not, she couldn't win.
A GIRL AND NUN IN 1960
TerryCollett
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
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