Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself, “Damn, I’m late again, I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who was late, and unfortunately, one pair belonged to Mother Superior Margaret!!! After Sister Mary Fran took her place in the fourth pew, the daily midnight vespers service continued uninterrupted for the next hour. Mary thought that she was out of the woods, until a hard rap on her door awakened her a three AM! “Sister Mary Francis,” a voice called through her door, “the Mother Superior wishes to see you in her chambers at once!!!” A cold sweat broke out over Mary’s body as she heard steps walking away from her door and on down the hall. Quickly donning her habit, she slipped on her shoes and began making the long walk to Mother Superior’s office. She could see a light shining under the office door, and with a great deal of trepidation she gave the giant oak door a hard knock, which resulted in a reverberation that filled the entire room! A voice from inside called out, “Come in, Mary Francis, it’s unlocked!”
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Month: April 2009
Hidden Trail Ranch
“Oh, I don’t know,” Angie replied into the phone, “I’ve got all this house work to do, and I have to pick the kids up after school and take them to soccer practice!” “Come on,” Petra shot back, “you haven’t been out of that house in over a week, and besides, we pay membership fees, so we might as well use them!” Angie thought it over for a second or two and then responded, Okay, I’ll go, but only for and hour!!!” Afraid that her best friend might change her mind, Petra quickly said, “Good, I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes,” and then hung up! Angie shook her head while chuckling, and went off to finish up the breakfast dishes before Petra showed up!
Petra skillfully wove through traffic on their way to Hidden Trails Ranch, where both she and Angie stabled their horses. “Great day to ride, huh,” commented Petra?!? Angie rolled her eyes and replied, “It’s okay now Pete, you don’t hafta keep trying to sell me, I’m going with ya!” “Okay, okay,” Petra responded, trying her best to sound a little hurt, “I was just making conversation!!!” Before Angie could answer her friend’s little barb, Petra was pulling up to the main gate of the stable, and inserting her pass key into the automatic gate opener. Once inside and parked, the two women strolled over to the tack room, checked in, and had a stable boy start getting their horses ready. While they were waiting, they went into the locker room and changed into their riding clothes.
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