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Brothers and Sisters, I received the most disturbing telephone call today.
It was Mr. Whitford, Sister M&M's dear husband. He was asking whether Sister M&M was at The Monthly Visitor, as he'd not seen her since Tuesday morning, and her prayer closet was empty (much like his tummy!).
Well, The Monthly Visitor (my luxury hotel for women during their "unclean time") isn't due to open until July, so obviously she wasn't staying there. I'm not even presently in Iowa, and haven't seen her in person since my visit in early March.
I asked Mr. Whitford if she'd given any indication where she might be going when he last saw her on Tuesday, and he said he didn't think so. After she cleaned up the breakfast things, he told me, she was outside gardening in the front yard. He saw a black limousine pull up, and assumed it was one of his golf buddies. As he started out the door (his clubs already placed on the porch by Sister M&M, of course), he saw two Burly men in black with white priest collars drag Sister M&M into the limousine, while an older man in similar garb with glasses clapped gleefully.
As Mr. Whitford dashed down the front stairs as quickly as his octogenarian legs could carry him, the limo sped off, following a Des Moines, IA Traffic Enforcement vehicle with its lights flashing.
Since Tuesday was April Fool's Day, Mr. Whitford thought perhaps Sister was playing a joke . . . but now he says that the gleeful older man looked remarkably like "Father" Thomas Martin.
Is it possible that our dear Sister has been abducted by Cathoholics?!
It was Mr. Whitford, Sister M&M's dear husband. He was asking whether Sister M&M was at The Monthly Visitor, as he'd not seen her since Tuesday morning, and her prayer closet was empty (much like his tummy!).
Well, The Monthly Visitor (my luxury hotel for women during their "unclean time") isn't due to open until July, so obviously she wasn't staying there. I'm not even presently in Iowa, and haven't seen her in person since my visit in early March.
I asked Mr. Whitford if she'd given any indication where she might be going when he last saw her on Tuesday, and he said he didn't think so. After she cleaned up the breakfast things, he told me, she was outside gardening in the front yard. He saw a black limousine pull up, and assumed it was one of his golf buddies. As he started out the door (his clubs already placed on the porch by Sister M&M, of course), he saw two Burly men in black with white priest collars drag Sister M&M into the limousine, while an older man in similar garb with glasses clapped gleefully.
As Mr. Whitford dashed down the front stairs as quickly as his octogenarian legs could carry him, the limo sped off, following a Des Moines, IA Traffic Enforcement vehicle with its lights flashing.
Since Tuesday was April Fool's Day, Mr. Whitford thought perhaps Sister was playing a joke . . . but now he says that the gleeful older man looked remarkably like "Father" Thomas Martin.
Is it possible that our dear Sister has been abducted by Cathoholics?!
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